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?”

find a place to

it was something else he needed to do in his school, so she said, “Okay,

phone, Winnie stood there for a while

the bus, they turned their heads to look at her

but because of her

of them came over and asked tentatively, “Hello,

smile. “Do you also think I look like her? Several people have said

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

you a freshman? I

girl said, “Yes, you really look like

her head and said with a

bus they

goodbye to

left, the smile

Freshman?

have the magical

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

bus, he saw a pink figure on the bus

her, and

a light had come into his dead

her in front of

that no

turned green, Channing strode

past one after another on the street,

head and looked at the boy who was

of

stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring an

Channing said, “I forgot.”

could say anything, Channing said, “What would you like to

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

coughed before

around and was about to go out when Winnie grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch

speaking, she felt that the

frowned. “You had a

looked sideways and

didn't believe it, she stood

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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