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.

since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could

words, the locked door in front of her was

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

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

someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you

“What on earth

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

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

at her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I

silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to university now. Thank you so much for your

it, do you think a bowl of fish soup

Stella was speechless.

want to take the soup

not enough 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 a

away before

“Stop.”

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

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

curled her

poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl

picked up the

eyes. “How do

you cooked it. What’s so

it is... What if I

her a glance. “Not at

up by his

knew this wretched

cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher,

earth do you want to tell

I’ll get my insulation pail back after you finish

down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella, don’t do anything

was taken aback. For a moment, she lost her

said expressionlessly, “Take

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