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.

in disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m taking off.

words, the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked

you, Mr. Conrad.

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

didn’t say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on

her impatiently, “What on

the insulation pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night until

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

felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly. “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank you for helping

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

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

Stella was speechless.

want to take the

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

turned away before Clarence said

“Stop.”

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

at his room, and then

curled her lips,

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

hand, picked up the

her eyes. “How do you like

you

course it is... What if I improved my cooking

cast her a

up

knew this wretched

it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it.

earth do you want

I’ll get my insulation

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

aback. For a moment,

“Take

don’t have the right to say something,

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