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.

want to meet me, I’m taking

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

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

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

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

Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What

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

and looking

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

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

do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to

Stella was speechless.

might not want to

else I can do to

turned away before Clarence

“Stop.”

looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad,

and took a look at his room, and then turned

curled her lips,

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

took it over with a hand, picked up the

“How do

first time you cooked it. What’s

is... What if I improved

a glance. “Not

was choked up by his

wretched man

houttuynia cordata in it.

unhappily. “What on earth

I’ll get my insulation pail back

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

a

“Take

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

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