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?”

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

something else he needed to do in his school, so

hanging up the phone, Winnie stood there for a while before sitting on

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

they recognized her, but because of her

two of them came over and asked tentatively,

smile. “Do you also think

“Well, I mean, how

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

look like her.

head and said

the bus

waved goodbye to

they left, the smile

Freshman?

really have the magical

Winnie had always been in a good mood, and even

bus, he saw a

on the bench with her hands behind her, and her white sneakers lightly

as if a light had

he saw her in front of a convenience

that no

traffic light turned green, Channing

watched the cars speeding past one after another on the

head and looked at the boy

of the rain, and his

stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring an

Channing said, “I forgot.”

said, “What would you like to

umbrella she brought. “This

before

about to go out when Winnie grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch a cold like this,

finish speaking, she felt that the

frowned. “You had a

looked sideways and said

didn't believe it, she stood on tiptoe and touched his

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

and held her wrist, staring at her, and said,