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...”

he wanted to say something but hesitated. She answered, “No

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

goodbye. Then she hailed a

saw Brandon walk to that woman,

exhaled and withdrew her

knew Brandon was still in touch with his

just like him.

didn’t mind

come to the restaurant for dinner. To

went a bit

to date him to

accept that she would be treated as

She felt offended.

bought a lot of barbecue skewers from a

knocking on Stella’s

she had tummy trouble. At midnight,

tried her best to

any word because of the pain. Her mind was also in

after, the taxi stopped in front

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

You look bad. You’d better hurry up

“I...”

her words, the driver helped her get off, escort her into

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

fine. Not that serious.

didn't know how

drip take? I need to

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

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

“Okay. Call me

“Sure.”

the nurse was gone, Sherry leaned against the chair and

filming tomorrow were affected by her, she would beat herself