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?”

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

else he needed to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll

there for a

for the bus, they turned their heads to look

seemed that they recognized her, but because of her mask

them came over and asked

also think I look like her? Several people

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

a freshman?

“Yes, you really look like her. You must be very

said

time, the bus

goodbye

they left, the smile on her

Freshman?

have the magical function of making people look

a good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle a

he saw a

bench with her hands behind her,

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

saw her in front

that no

turned green, Channing strode

after another on the street, she

looked at the boy who was standing there at some

wet because of

stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring

Channing said, “I forgot.”

Channing said, “What would

up and opened the umbrella she brought. “This

coughed before saying,

to catch a cold like this, why don't you go back

finish speaking, she felt that the

“You had a

sideways and

it, she stood

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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