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

to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you here at

stood there for a while before sitting

for the bus, they turned their heads to look at her several times, and then murmured

recognized her, but because of her mask and wearing, they

over and asked tentatively, “Hello, are

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

said to her friend, “Well, I mean, how could it be possible that

“Are you a freshman?

look like

head and said with a smile, “Thank

time, the bus they were

waved goodbye

the smile on her face

Freshman?

magical function of making people

in a good mood, and even considered

the bus, he saw a pink

with her hands behind her, and

it was as if a light

first time he saw her in front of a

long that no

light turned green, Channing strode toward

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

turned her head and looked at the

clothes and hair were wet because of the rain, and his face

and asked, “Didn't

Channing said, “I forgot.”

said, “What

umbrella she brought. “This is your school.

coughed before

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

could finish speaking, she felt that the arm

“You had

looked sideways and

stood

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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