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

it 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

bus, they turned their heads to look at

of her mask and wearing, they couldn’t

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

a polite smile. “Do you also think I look like her?

to her friend, “Well, I mean, how could it

friend asked, “Are you a freshman? I

you really look like her. You must be very beautiful

tilted her head and said with a

bus they were waiting for

goodbye

they left, the smile on

Freshman?

clothes really have the magical function of making people look

Winnie had always been in a good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle

the street, after Channing got off the bus, he saw a pink figure on

on the bench with her hands behind her, and her

a moment, it was as if a light had come

saw her in front of a convenience

long that no

traffic light turned green, Channing

as she watched the cars speeding past one after another on the street, she suddenly felt someone was looking

head and looked at the boy who

were wet because of the rain,

and asked,

Channing said, “I forgot.”

Channing said, “What would

up and opened the umbrella she brought. “This is your school.

before

to go out when Winnie grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch a

speaking, she felt that the arm she was holding was

frowned. “You had

sideways and said

stood on tiptoe and touched his

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

hand and held her wrist, staring at her, and said, “Don't get so