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.

a few minutes, Stella said in disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where

door in front of her was opened suddenly.

came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded and not

at all, snorting. “You said

was Mr. Conrad. Well,

impatiently, “What

her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until now, so

looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t

gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to

that Clarence remained silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back

a bowl of fish soup is enough

Stella was speechless.

that he might not want to take the soup

do to repay your favor. I

before Clarence

“Stop.”

a smile. “Mr.

titled his head and took a look at his room, and then turned around

curled her

Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to Clarence.

hand, picked up the soup, and took

widened her eyes. “How

first time you cooked it. What’s

it is... What if I improved

a glance. “Not at

choked up by

wretched

taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup

frowned unhappily. “What on earth do

I’ll get my insulation pail back

on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella, don’t do

taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

“Take

I know I don’t have the right to say something, but...

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