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.

Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m

in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at her expressionlessly.

Mr. Conrad. Thank

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

say that someone was Mr.

her impatiently, “What on

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

his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any intention to

sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr.

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

it, do you think a bowl of

Stella was speechless.

knew that he might not want to take

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.”

back with a smile.

a look at his room,

curled her

the room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it

a hand, picked up the soup, and took

eyes. “How do

the first time you cooked it. What’s so

it is... What if I improved my cooking

cast her a glance. “Not at

choked up

wretched man wouldn’t

houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is

on earth do you want

keep on. I’ll get

he didn’t keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said

taken aback. For a

expressionlessly, “Take your stuff

to say

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