Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

As soon as she spoke, a weird silence blanketed the table.

Brandon looked annoyed, and his face stiffened.

The woman cast a glance at Sherry in provocation and turned away.

After she was gone, Brandon said, “Sherry...”

Sherry smiled. “Your friend?”

Brandon picked up his water and took a sip to ease his nervousness and embarrassment.

He explained, “I can explain. I delivered something to her house yesterday and unintentionally left my pen there. Nothing happened between us.”

Sherry picked up her chopsticks and said, “It’s alright. I understand. Go on eating.”

Brandon’s lips parted. He still wanted to speak but noticed that Sherry didn’t have any interest in listening to him. Hence, he kept silent.

They didn’t talk during dinner.

After dinner, Brandon's phone rang as soon as they walked out of the restaurant.

He checked the caller ID, frowning deeply. Then he pressed the phone into his pocket.

He said, “Sherry, let me drive you home.”

As soon as he finished his words, the woman showed up not far away from them. She was holding her phone to make a call.

Brandon’s phone kept vibrating.

Sherry took a look at the woman. “It seems you're still quite busy. I won’t hold you up for long. Bye.”

“Sherry.”

Brandon grabbed her arm after Sherry took a step.

He said, “I’m sorry for what happened today. I...”

to say something but hesitated.

sigh of relief upon hearing it. He let go of her. “I’ll deal with it and explain

and waved him goodbye. Then she hailed a

to that woman, who had a complacent smile on her

exhaled and withdrew

Brandon was still in touch with

own relationship was also a mess, just like

she didn’t mind it at

she could tell it was Brandon’s ex-girlfriend wanting to come to the restaurant for dinner. To memorize their

a bit

accept to date him to get to know

she couldn’t accept that she would be

She felt offended.

Sherry bought a

Stella’s door, she recalled Clarence’s ice-berg face, so she decided

and drinking the beer, she had

the following day, Sherry tried her best to get up and hailed a cab to

word because of the pain. Her mind

taxi stopped

her head and checked on the entrance, more sweat oozing on her forehead. She said with a pale face, “Mister, can you drive me

driver answered, “Miss, I’m afraid not. You look bad. You’d

“I...”

driver helped her get off, escort her into the hospital, and handed her to a

on a drip. She said,

refuse weakly. “I’m fine. Not that serious. I feel much better after the

didn't know how to

long will the drip take? I need

“Probably four to five hours. It’ll stop in the early morning. Miss, you should ask for a day

Alas...” As she spoke, Sherry regretted it a

me if

“Sure.”

gone, Sherry leaned

filming tomorrow were affected by her, she would