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

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

Winnie stood there for a while before sitting on the

bus, they turned their heads to look at her several

because of

them came over and

think I look like her? Several people

relieved and said to her friend, “Well, I mean, how

friend asked, “Are you a freshman? I

“Yes, you really look like her. You must

tilted her head and said

the bus

goodbye

left, the smile on

Freshman?

the magical function

a small episode, Winnie had always been in a good mood, and even considered this

off the bus, he saw a pink

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

as if a light had come

the first time he saw her in front of a convenience

long that no

the traffic light turned green, Channing strode toward

past one after another on the street, she suddenly felt someone was looking

the boy who was

wet because of the rain, and

was stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring

Channing said, “I forgot.”

said, “What

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

before

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

finish speaking, she felt that the arm she was holding was very

frowned. “You had

looked sideways and said

stood on

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

at her, and said, “Don't get