Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Due to the activity the night before, Winnie Truman didn't get home until the early hours of the morning.

When Winnie opened her eyes the next day, it was already noon.

It was raining lightly outside the window, heralding the arrival of autumn.

She stretched, took out her phone and checked the time, it was half past twelve.

Saturday.

There was no other message on the phone except for a few later itineraries sent to her by the assistant.

These days, whenever Channing had no class at night, or had nothing else to do, he would come to her.

There was no message this Saturday.

Winnie sat up slowly, looked at the chat box with Channing, and remembered that the call Stella and Sherry made to her yesterday.

In fact, Channing had not come to her for two or three days.

It should be right after what they said happened.

She got up to wash, and when she went to the cloakroom, she glanced at the rows of skirts, and finally her eyes fell on the pink sweater.

Perfect for this weather.

Winnie put on her clothes, sat in front of the vanity mirror, put on a light makeup, and put on a high ponytail, looking instantly several years younger.

She leaned closer to the mirror and made sure there were no fine lines at the corners of her eyes before she took out her phone and went out.

The road was slippery on a rainy day, so she took a taxi instead of driving.

Forty minutes later, when the bus stopped at the school gate, Winnie got off the bus and dialed Channing's number.

The phone was only connected when it was about to end.

Channing's voice was low and hoarse, “Hello?”

Winnie paused. “Are you... are you still sleeping?”

“No.” There was a slight noise on the other end of the phone, and then his voice became clearer, “What's wrong?”

Winnie said, “Are you at school? I... just passed by the gate of your school. Would you like to have lunch together?”

“Yes, find a place to sit and wait for me for a

he needed to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you

hanging up the phone, Winnie stood there for a while

the bus, they turned their heads to look at her several times, and then murmured to

because of her

them came over and

smile. “Do you also think I look like

her friend, “Well, I mean,

friend asked, “Are you a

like her. You must

tilted her head and said with a smile,

this time, the bus they were

goodbye to

smile on her face

Freshman?

magical function of making people

a small episode, Winnie had always been in a good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle a lot more

saw a

her hands behind her, and her white sneakers lightly stepped

was as if a light had come into his

her in

that no

traffic light turned green, Channing strode toward

speeding past one after another on the

her head and looked at the boy who was standing there at some

clothes and hair were wet because of the

was stunned and asked,

Channing said, “I forgot.”

say anything, Channing said, “What

stood up and opened the umbrella she brought. “This is your school. Whatever you

before

about to go out when Winnie grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch a cold like this,

she felt that the arm she

“You

looked sideways

it, she stood on

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

wrist, staring at her, and