At noon, when Dolores was cooking, Stella went to the kitchen to help her.
Dolores said, “The kitchen is quite small. Why are you here to make it so crowded? Just wait outside.”
Stella said with a smile, “Ms. Anderson, could you please make a bit more soup?”
“Can you finish all?”
“I...” Stella rolled her eyes. “My friend also wants to drink it. I want to share the soup with him later.”
Dolores knew clearly who her “friend” was. She didn’t answer but put more water into the pot. She said
indifferently, “Just up to you.”
Stella held back her laughter. “Okay, Ms. Anderson. I’ll wait outside then.”
Dolores hummed.
In the yard, Stella supported her chin with one hand, curling up her lips into a smile. She finally knew
why Clarence always affirmed with his lips but denied in his heart -- he inherited the character from
someone.
After lunch, Stella put the soup into Dolores’ insulation pail, took it, and walked slowly to the hotel.
Nathan showed her to the door of Clarence’s room. “Ms. Radomil, Mr. Conrad now... I’m afraid he
wouldn’t want to meet you.”
Not to mention Stella, he didn’t see anyone.
Stella said, “It’s alright. I just want to talk to him very quickly. If he doesn’t want to see me, I’m fine with
it.”
Nathan nodded. “Okay. Ms. Radomil, please call me if you need anything.”
Then he left this battlefield-going-to-be as soon as possible.
Stella pressed the doorbell and called, “Mr. Conrad, can you hear me?”
She heard no response from the inside.
After a few seconds, Stella pressed the doorbell again. She raised her voice. “Mr. Conrad, I bought you
some fish soup. If you don’t come out, I’ll finish it myself.”
There was still no response.
The wretched man was so calm.
After a few minutes, Stella said in disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m
taking off. I’ll go to a place where nobody could find me, so you wouldn’t be bothered...”
Before she finished her words, the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly. Clarence looked at
her expressionlessly. “Are you done?”
Stella looked quite depressed. “I came here to say the last goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for
being so broad-minded and not getting even with me all the time.”
Clarence didn’t look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullying last night.
Now I’m broad-minded.”
“Nah. I didn’t say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on thinking so...”
“Enough,” Clarence interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do you want?”
Stella raised the insulation pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten since last night
until now, so I deliberately deliver this to you, Mr. Conrad.”
Clarence crossed his arms on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly.
He didn’t have any intention to let her in.
He stared daggers at her, and Stella felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly.
“Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank you for helping my brother.”
Seeing that Clarence remained silent, Stella added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to
university now. Thank you so much for your help. Mr. Conrad.”
“Since you’ve known it, do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay this favor?”
Stella was speechless.
She knew that he might not want to take the soup but only made an excuse.
Stella withdrew the soup. “I see. Mr. Conrad, it’s not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can
do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long then. Please have a good rest, Mr. Conrad.”
She turned away before Clarence said something.
“Stop.”
Stella looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything else?”
He titled his head and took a look at his room, and then turned around and walked in.
Stella curled her lips, following him.
After entering the room, Stella poured the fish soup from the insulation pail into a bowl and handed it to
Clarence. “Mr. Conrad, try it, please.”
Clarence took it over with a hand, picked up the soup, and took s sip.
Stella widened her eyes. “How do you like it?”
“It’s not the first time you cooked it. What’s so different?”
“Of course it is... What if I improved my cooking skills?”
Clarence cast her a glance. “Not at all.”
Stella was choked up by his words.
She knew this wretched man wouldn’t talk nicely.
Stella was reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup
is thicker and fresher, isn't it extremely tasty?”
Clarence frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you want to tell me?”
“Forget it. Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my insulation pail back after you finish it.”
However, he didn’t keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Stella,
don’t do anything meaningless.”
Stella was taken aback. For a moment, she lost her tongue.
Clarence said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and leave.”
“Mr. Conrad, I know I don’t have the right to say something, but... what if you have some
misunderstandings?”
“Stella Radomil, could you mind your own business before getting into others?”
“I...”
Clarence said in a cold tone, “If you think all things could be explained by misunderstanding and be
forgiven, how about I asked my men to pick up Jeffrey Radomil and send him to you right now?”
Stella was speechless.
She decided to give up. Anyway, this matter had nothing to do with her. She just realized that Ms.
Anderson had been taking care of her in the past few days, so she wanted to have a try.
Before leaving, Stella couldn’t help but mumble, “Ms. Anderson is different from Jeffrey Radomil .”
Clarence ignored her.
Stella withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and left his room with the insulation pail in her hands.
After she was gone, Nathan poked his head at the door. “Mr. Conrad, they’ve arrived. Would you like to
meet them now or postpone it to tomorrow?”
Clarence stood up and said indifferently, “Not necessary. I’ll meet them now.”
“Okay.”
...
After leaving the hotel, Stella looked at the rest of the fish soup in the insulation pail and felt it was
indeed a waste. She found a place and gulped it down.
She shouldn’t have come here. She should just sit and watch that wretch man starved to death.
Although she didn’t know much about the mother and son, she shouldn’t have meddled in. But she
didn’t ask Clarence to forgive Ms. Anderson immediately. She just thought that they hadn’t met each
other for twenty years, which was a long time for either of them. If there were any misunderstandings,
they should talk and make it clear.
However, the wretched man used Jeffrey Radomil as her sore point and poked it. She wasn’t
appreciated by him at all.
Stella exhaled. After sitting a while, she went back home.
In the yard, Dolores was sorting out things. Seeing that Stella came back, she didn’t ask anything. She
said, “You can leave the insulation pail to me. I’ll wash it.”
“Well... It’s all right. I can do it.”
Dolores cast her a glance and asked indifferently, “Hasn’t he drunk it?”
Stella immediately answered, “He finished it.”
She was afraid that Dolores didn’t buy it. Purposed, Stella opened the lid of the insulation pail. “Look,
Ms. Anderson. It’s empty now.”
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