Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 85

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.

I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place

front of her was

“I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you

didn’t look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m

didn’t say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist

interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do

him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so I deliberately deliver this to you, Mr.

against the door and looking at her

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

that he has gone

do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough

Stella was speechless.

want to

indeed. Let me think about what else I can do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long then. Please have

before Clarence

“Stop.”

with a smile. “Mr.

his head and took a look at his room, and then

her

fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence. “Mr.

it over with a hand, picked up the

eyes. “How do you like

you cooked it. What’s

course it is... What if

a glance. “Not at

was choked up by his

this wretched

taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it.

“What on earth

on. I’ll get

didn’t keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the

For a

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and

right to say something, but... what if you

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