Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again

At noon, when Dolores was cooking, Stella went to the kitchen to help her.

Dolores said, “The kitchen is quite small. Why are you here to make it so crowded? Just wait outside.”

Stella said with a smile, “Ms. Anderson, could you please make a bit more soup?”

“Can you finish all?”

“I...” Stella rolled her eyes. “My friend also wants to drink it. I want to share the soup with him later.”

Dolores knew clearly who her “friend” was. She didn’t answer but put more water into the pot. She said indifferently, “Just up to you.”

Stella held back her laughter. “Okay, Ms. Anderson. I’ll wait outside then.”

Dolores hummed.

In the yard, Stella supported her chin with one hand, curling up her lips into a smile. She finally knew why Clarence always affirmed with his lips but denied in his heart -- he inherited the character from someone.

After lunch, Stella put the soup into Dolores’ insulation pail, took it, and walked slowly to the hotel.

Nathan showed her to the door of Clarence’s room. “Ms. Radomil, Mr. Conrad now... I’m afraid he wouldn’t want to meet you.”

Not to mention Stella, he didn’t see anyone.

Stella said, “It’s alright. I just want to talk to him very quickly. If he doesn’t want to see me, I’m fine with it.”

Nathan nodded. “Okay. Ms. Radomil, please call me if you need anything.”

Then he left this battlefield-going-to-be as soon as possible.

Stella pressed the doorbell and called, “Mr. Conrad, can you hear me?”

She heard no response from the inside.

After a few seconds, Stella pressed the doorbell again. She raised her voice. “Mr. Conrad, I bought you some fish soup. If you don’t come out, I’ll finish it myself.”

There was still no response.

The wretched man was so calm.

disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could find me, so you wouldn’t be

words, the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly. “Are

quite depressed. “I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so

snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying last night. Now

that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if

her impatiently, “What on earth do

raised the insulation pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I deliberately deliver this to

against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have

a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank you for helping

he has

you’ve known it, do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay

Stella was speechless.

not want to take the soup but only

what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long

before

“Stop.”

with a

look at his

her

from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed

a hand, picked up the soup, and took s

eyes. “How do you like

first time you cooked

What if I improved my

cast her a

was choked up

this wretched man

was reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in

unhappily. “What on earth do you want to

Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after you finish

Putting down the bowel,

taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

don’t have the right to say something, but... what if