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...”

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

let go

waved him goodbye. Then she

to that

and withdrew her

still in touch

just like him.

mind

for dinner. To memorize their past love or make up for his regret,

a bit too

could accept to date him to get

accept that she would be

She felt offended.

her anger, Sherry bought a lot of barbecue skewers

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

drinking the beer, she had tummy trouble. At midnight, she suffered from diarrhea

following day, Sherry tried her

pain. Her mind was also in a mess. She

taxi stopped

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

answered, “Miss, I’m afraid not. You look bad. You’d better hurry up and

“I...”

words, the driver helped her get off, escort her

immediately put her on a drip. She said, “It’s so

her hand to refuse weakly. “I’m fine. Not that serious. I feel much

didn't know how

long will the drip take? I

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

own fault. Alas...” As she spoke, Sherry regretted it a lot. “Thank you so much. I can be with

Call me if you need

“Sure.”

gone, Sherry leaned against the chair and heaved a

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