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...”

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

of relief upon hearing it. He let go

Then she hailed

to that

and withdrew her

knew Brandon was still in touch

a mess, just

didn’t mind

to the restaurant for dinner. To memorize their past love or make up for

went a

him to get

she couldn’t accept that she would

She felt offended.

a lot of barbecue

Stella’s door, she recalled Clarence’s ice-berg face, so she decided not

the beer, she had tummy trouble. At midnight, she suffered from diarrhea and

Sherry tried her best to get up and hailed a cab to the

asked her which hospital, Sherry couldn’t utter any word because of the pain. Her mind was also in a mess. She answered, “Whatever.

the taxi stopped in front of

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

answered, “Miss, I’m afraid not. You look bad. You’d better hurry

“I...”

escort her into

a drip. She said, “It’s

weakly. “I’m fine. Not that serious. I feel

didn't know how

added, “How long will the drip take? I need to work

hours. It’ll stop in the early morning. Miss, you should ask

my own fault. Alas...” As she spoke, Sherry regretted it a lot. “Thank you so much. I can

me if you

“Sure.”

was gone, Sherry leaned

were affected by