Novel Name : Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again

Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 831: I'll Send You Away If You Want to Leave

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After a short silence, Winnie's cell phone rang.

She quickly seized this golden opportunity and went to the balcony to answer the phone, “Hello?”

Her assistant said, “Winnie, we have received an invitation to a private reception next Saturday, should

I just decline it as before?”

Winnie coughed and said, “First, tell me the specific process.”

On the other end of the line, the assistant was a little confused, “The specific process?”

“Yes.” The look on her face was serious. “How will they arrange it? What time does the event start?

Let's talk about it in detail.”

“It’s just…”

The assistant read the invitation letter, word by word.

Winnie listened, nodded her head and echoed from time to time.

And then they talked about other work.

When she could not find anything to talk, she secretly turned around and saw that he was no longer on

the sofa and the bedroom door was closed. She finally relieved.

The assistant said, “Then I'll reply to them. Are you going to attend?”

Winnie retracted her thoughts and said, “No need, just decline it.”

The assistant was speechless for a while and said ok.

After hanging up the phone, Winnie sat on the sofa, her eyes fell on the books in front of her.

The Sprit of The Laws, Das Kapital, The Wealth of Nations, Advanced Calculus...

No wonder Channing said he didn't want to read the book, she just read the title of the book, and her

head was already dizzy.

Nearby, the medicine has been taken.

Winnie leaned back, found a comfortable place to lie down, took out her phone and checked it boringly.

Outside the rain was beating against the window, thin and soft.

It had a hypnotic effect.

Soon she began to doze off.

She set an alarm clock for thirty minutes later, and prepared to nap for a while.

After she had fallen asleep for a few minutes, Channing came out of his bedroom and stood there for

two seconds. Then he went back to his room and took a thin quilt and put it over her.

He bent one leg and squatted in front of her, looking at her quietly.

As time passed by, the whole house was quiet, except for the sound of breathing, only the dull and

noisy sound of rain.

Half an hour later, the phone next to her vibrated gently.

Winnie groped to turn off the alarm clock, and when she opened her eyes and was about to get up, she

saw Channing sitting on the carpet under the sofa with Das Kapital in his hand.

She rubbed her eyes and asked, “When did you come out? Don't you sleep?”

He closed the book and turned to look at her. “I can't sleep.”

Winnie sat up, trying to see if his fever was gone, she stretched out her hand and placed it directly on

his forehead.

It seems to be hotter.

Probably because of the rain at noon.

She lifted the quilt and said, “That won't work, I'll take you to the hospital. Let’s not make it worse.”

Channing took her wrist and said, “Just take some more pills and I will be ok.”

“But you...”

“You can stay here with me if you don't trust me.”

Winnie, “...”

That’s his intention.

Channing let go of her and continued to read. “The rain won't stop for a while; I'll send you away if you

want to leave.”

Winnie said “ok,” is this little brat threatening her?

If he went out and got caught in the wind and rain, the cold would only get worse.

But staying like this...

It always felt weird somehow.

Probably catching her discomfort, he flipped through the book and said lightly, “I won't do anything to

you, I don't want to infect you with a cold.”

Maybe it was because she just woke up, she said casually, “Right, otherwise you would've stuck out

your tongue just now.”

When he looked over, Winnie immediately grabbed a book and opened it to cover her face.

Was she crazy! What was that about!

After the sound of flipping the book came again, she let out a sigh of relief, and her eyes finally focused

on the book in front of her.

What was this string of numbers?

She quietly removed the book from her face.

Advanced Calculus…

Winnie was so embarrassed

Forget it.

She took a pillow and sat there, looking at Channing from time to time, she hesitated several times.

In fact, she really had no experience in dealing with this kind of thing, and seeing him today, needless

to say, she also knew how important this matter is in his heart.

Maybe as soon as she opened her mouth, she would step directly on his bottom line.

So, she's still thinking about it.

How can she start this topic with the most euphemistic, most casual, and most natural words?

But she couldn't figure it out.

Just when Winnie had given up and started to empty her mind, he said, “You have looked at me

twenty-five times, if it wasn't because you wanted to kiss me, then you should have something to say to

me.”

Winnie looked at him slowly, just in time to meet the boy's quiet eyes.

She pursed her lips and started to say, “I went to the studio yesterday and saw your sister.”

Channing hummed and motioned for her to continue.

She said, “I chatted with her, and she also... told me something.”

His expression didn't change at all, and he just looked at her.

Although he didn't say anything, she looked at his calm eyes, feeling her heart beat faster. Her whole

person was getting more nervous, and her hand on the pillow involuntarily clenched. She did not know

what to say.

After a while, Channing said, “I remember you told me that whatever Jeffrey Radomil did have nothing

to do with me. We are different.”

She was stunned and nodded. “Yes...”

Channing said again, “To me, that is enough.”

After speaking, he withdrew his sight and continued to read.

Winnie understood what he meant.

It’s just that…

Winnie stared at his side face and spoke softly, “If that's the case, why did you shut yourself up at home

alone these days? You didn't eat or drink, and you didn't even care if you were sick.”

Channing paused and lowered his head without saying anything.

She continued, “I actually quite understand you, that person is like a stranger to you, and in the past

ten or twenty years, your hatred for Jeffrey Radomil has been accumulating in your heart. That hate

has been tormenting you.”

“Especially what he did to your sister, you also bear the guilt and pain. Even if he died, it never

dissipated a little bit, so now that you know the truth, you can't accept this huge contrast for a while.”

His lips tensed, and his eyes darkened.

Winnie sat next to him, and her voice became softer. “You don't have to hate anyone, and you don't

have to torture yourself, no matter who your father is. It doesn't matter. You're just yourself, not

someone's accessory.”

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