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...”

that he wanted to say something but hesitated. She answered, “No worries. I won’t tell your parents about

He let go of her. “I’ll deal with it and explain it

waved him goodbye. Then she hailed a cab to

car, she saw Brandon walk to that

and withdrew her

knew Brandon was still in touch

also a mess, just like him. They dated

she didn’t mind it at

it was Brandon’s ex-girlfriend wanting to come to the restaurant for dinner. To memorize their past love or make up for his regret, he brought Sherry

went a bit

to date him to get to know him

accept that she would be treated as a

She felt offended.

vent her anger, Sherry bought a

the food and beers with Stella. Before knocking on Stella’s door, she recalled Clarence’s ice-berg face,

beer, she had tummy trouble. At

day, Sherry tried her best to get up and hailed

of the pain. Her mind was also in a

taxi stopped in front

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

look bad. You’d better hurry up and go

“I...”

driver helped her get off, escort her into the

symptoms and immediately put her on a drip. She said, “It’s so late now. Why don’t you call your family over

fine. Not that serious. I

nurse didn't know

drip take? I

hours. It’ll stop in the early morning. Miss, you should ask

has been planned. It’s my own fault. Alas...” As she spoke, Sherry regretted it a lot. “Thank you so much. I

“Okay. Call me if you

“Sure.”

nurse was gone, Sherry leaned against the chair and heaved

affected by her,