Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

As soon as she spoke, a weird silence blanketed the table.

Brandon looked annoyed, and his face stiffened.

The woman cast a glance at Sherry in provocation and turned away.

After she was gone, Brandon said, “Sherry...”

Sherry smiled. “Your friend?”

Brandon picked up his water and took a sip to ease his nervousness and embarrassment.

He explained, “I can explain. I delivered something to her house yesterday and unintentionally left my pen there. Nothing happened between us.”

Sherry picked up her chopsticks and said, “It’s alright. I understand. Go on eating.”

Brandon’s lips parted. He still wanted to speak but noticed that Sherry didn’t have any interest in listening to him. Hence, he kept silent.

They didn’t talk during dinner.

After dinner, Brandon's phone rang as soon as they walked out of the restaurant.

He checked the caller ID, frowning deeply. Then he pressed the phone into his pocket.

He said, “Sherry, let me drive you home.”

As soon as he finished his words, the woman showed up not far away from them. She was holding her phone to make a call.

Brandon’s phone kept vibrating.

Sherry took a look at the woman. “It seems you're still quite busy. I won’t hold you up for long. Bye.”

“Sherry.”

Brandon grabbed her arm after Sherry took a step.

He said, “I’m sorry for what happened today. I...”

wanted to say something but hesitated. She answered, “No worries. I won’t tell your parents

let go of her. “I’ll

smiled and waved him goodbye. Then she

walk to that woman, who had a complacent smile

exhaled and

knew Brandon was still in touch

relationship was also a mess, just like

she didn’t mind

ex-girlfriend wanting to come to the restaurant for dinner. To memorize their past love or make up for his

went a bit too

could accept to date him to get to know

that she would be

She felt offended.

her anger, Sherry bought a lot of barbecue skewers

with Stella. Before knocking on Stella’s door,

eating them all and drinking the beer, she had tummy trouble. At midnight,

not to delay the filming the following day, Sherry tried her

couldn’t utter any word because of the pain. Her mind was also in

the taxi stopped

her head and checked on the entrance, more sweat oozing on her forehead. She said with a pale face, “Mister,

not. You look bad. You’d better hurry up and

“I...”

the driver helped her get off, escort her into the hospital, and handed

drip. She said, “It’s so late

“I’m fine. Not that serious. I feel much better after

know how

long will the drip

“Probably four to five hours. It’ll stop in the early morning. Miss, you

necessary. The work has been planned. It’s my own fault. Alas...” As she spoke, Sherry regretted it

me if

“Sure.”

leaned against the chair

were affected by her, she would beat herself