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?”

“Yes, find a place to sit and wait for me for a

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

phone, Winnie stood there for a

umbrellas came over. While waiting for the bus, they turned their heads to look at her

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

came over and asked tentatively, “Hello, are you

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

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

you a freshman? I haven't seen you

“Yes, you really look like her. You must

head and said with a smile, “Thank

this time, the bus

goodbye

the smile on her

Freshman?

magical

mood, and

off the bus, he saw a pink

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

it was as if a light had come into

the first time he saw her in front

long that no one

turned green, Channing strode

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

turned her head and looked at the boy who was standing there at

because of the rain, and his face

asked, “Didn't you bring

Channing said, “I forgot.”

said, “What would you like

she brought. “This is your school. Whatever

coughed before saying,

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

finish speaking, she felt that the arm she was

frowned. “You

sideways

stood on tiptoe and touched

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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