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.

to meet me, I’m taking off. I’ll

front of her

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

said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying last night. Now

was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on thinking

interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth

in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since

crossed his arms on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly. He didn’t have any

She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please

that he has gone back to university

think a bowl of fish soup is

Stella was speechless.

not want to take the soup but

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 Clarence said

“Stop.”

back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything

and took a look at his

curled her lips,

fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to

with a hand, picked

“How do you like

not the first time you cooked

if I improved my cooking

her a

choked up by his

this wretched

there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup is thicker and fresher, isn't it extremely

unhappily. “What on earth do you want to

Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back

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

taken aback. For a moment, she

“Take your

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

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