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.

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 nobody

front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked

to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for being so broad-minded

her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying

I didn’t say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well,

“What

haven’t eaten since last night until

chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He

sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I

added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to university

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

Stella was speechless.

to take

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

turned away before Clarence

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

a look at his room, and then turned around

curled her

entering the room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail

with a hand, picked up the soup, and

widened her eyes. “How do

you cooked it. What’s

course it is... What if I improved my

her a glance.

choked up by his

knew this wretched man

there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is

unhappily. “What on earth do you want to

Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail

drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel,

a

“Take your stuff

Conrad, I know I don’t have the right to say something, but... what if you

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