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

go of

goodbye. Then

she saw Brandon walk to that woman, who had a complacent smile on

exhaled and withdrew her

knew Brandon was still

a mess, just like him. They dated to please

didn’t mind it

could tell it was Brandon’s ex-girlfriend wanting to come to the restaurant for dinner. To memorize their past love or make up for his regret, he brought Sherry

went a bit

could accept to date him to

couldn’t accept that she would be treated as

She felt offended.

to vent her anger, Sherry bought a lot of barbecue skewers from a food

wanted to share the food and beers with Stella. Before knocking on Stella’s

had tummy trouble. At midnight,

to delay the filming the following day, Sherry tried her best to get up and

of the pain. Her mind was also in a

stopped in

and checked on the entrance, more sweat oozing on her forehead. She said

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

“I...”

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

and immediately put her on a drip. She said, “It’s so

weakly. “I’m fine. Not that

didn't know how

drip take? I need to work

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

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

Call me if you

“Sure.”

was gone, Sherry leaned against the chair

by her, she would