Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Due to the activity the night before, Winnie Truman didn't get home until the early hours of the morning.

When Winnie opened her eyes the next day, it was already noon.

It was raining lightly outside the window, heralding the arrival of autumn.

She stretched, took out her phone and checked the time, it was half past twelve.

Saturday.

There was no other message on the phone except for a few later itineraries sent to her by the assistant.

These days, whenever Channing had no class at night, or had nothing else to do, he would come to her.

There was no message this Saturday.

Winnie sat up slowly, looked at the chat box with Channing, and remembered that the call Stella and Sherry made to her yesterday.

In fact, Channing had not come to her for two or three days.

It should be right after what they said happened.

She got up to wash, and when she went to the cloakroom, she glanced at the rows of skirts, and finally her eyes fell on the pink sweater.

Perfect for this weather.

Winnie put on her clothes, sat in front of the vanity mirror, put on a light makeup, and put on a high ponytail, looking instantly several years younger.

She leaned closer to the mirror and made sure there were no fine lines at the corners of her eyes before she took out her phone and went out.

The road was slippery on a rainy day, so she took a taxi instead of driving.

Forty minutes later, when the bus stopped at the school gate, Winnie got off the bus and dialed Channing's number.

The phone was only connected when it was about to end.

Channing's voice was low and hoarse, “Hello?”

Winnie paused. “Are you... are you still sleeping?”

“No.” There was a slight noise on the other end of the phone, and then his voice became clearer, “What's wrong?”

Winnie said, “Are you at school? I... just passed by the gate of your school. Would you like to have lunch together?”

before saying, “Yes, find a place to sit and wait for me for a

school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for

stood there for a while before

came over. While waiting for the bus, they turned their heads to look at her several times, and then murmured

seemed that they recognized her, but because of her

them came over and asked tentatively, “Hello, are you

polite smile. “Do you also think

girls was relieved and said to her friend, “Well, I mean, how could it be possible that Winnie Truman

friend asked, “Are you a freshman? I haven't

“Yes, you really look like her. You

and said with

bus they were

waved goodbye

they left, the smile on

Freshman?

have the magical function of making people

always been in a good mood, and even considered

Channing got off the bus, he saw a pink figure on the bus stop from a

bench with her hands behind her,

a moment, it was as if a light had come into

saw her in front of a convenience

that

the traffic light turned green, Channing

after another on the street, she suddenly felt someone

the boy who was standing there at some

clothes and hair were wet because of

was stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring an

Channing said, “I forgot.”

said, “What

the umbrella she brought. “This is your school. Whatever

coughed before saying,

him, “It’s easy to catch a cold like this, why don't you go back to the dormitory and

she felt that the arm she was holding

frowned. “You had a

sideways and

she stood on tiptoe and

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

wrist, staring at her, and said, “Don't get so close to me. I have poor