Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 1116

The reporters were hot on her heels, and it was as if the fear of being stuck with a microphone three years ago asking her what she thought about Chassell was gripping her once again.

But unlike last time, there was a hand pulling her tightly.

It was as if she was being dragged upward from the abyss.

I don't know how long it took to finally get rid of those reporters.

Channing stopped, looked at Winnie's heels on her feet, and looked around, "Wait here for a minute."

He was just about to let go when Winnie subconsciously tightened her grip on his fingers.

Channing's eyebrows twitched slightly and his dark eyes gazed at her.

Winnie came back to her senses and immediately withdrew her hand, responding vaguely, "Okay."

Channing went into the women's shoe store not far away, came out in less than two minutes, and went into the convenience store next door.

Winnie leaned against the wall, keeping her head down.

Soon, Channing appeared in front of her, took her to sit on a nearby bench, and was about to squat down to change her shoes when Winnie said, "I'll do it myself."

She took the shoes from Channing's hand and bent over slightly.

Channing didn't say anything, just unwrapped the band-aid and handed it to her.

While Winnie was changing her shoes, the strap on her right wrist, which looked like a bracelet, loosened a bit, revealing interlaced and mottled scars.

Channing's brow furrowed slightly.

The moment Winnie changed her shoes and raised her head, he quickly withdrew his gaze.

Winnie wore the flat shoes he bought and put the pair of high heels she just wore in the shoe box, "Thanks."

Channing collects the Band-Aid crap: "Why did Cooper show up with you."

"...... met him downstairs." Winnie hung her head, "I turned him down."

Channing said, "Your method doesn't work."

Winnie didn't say anything.

Channing got up and said, "Come on, let's get you home."

Winnie refused without thinking: "No, I'll just ask my assistant to pick me up."

Channing sat down again, looked ahead and spoke lightly, "Are you afraid I'll follow you home?"

Winnie: "......"

It's not because of that.

She held the phone, the call hadn't been dialed yet.

Winnie whispered, "Don't you have Miss Thomas, it's better to keep a little distance from me so she doesn't make the mistake ......"

"Do you hardly think that I really just walked you home that night and didn't do anything." Channing gaze slowly look at her, four two to speak, "sister."

Winnie now hears these two words, reflexively want to find a hole in the ground.

Her breathing thinned for a few moments as she tried to make one last sophomoric defense: "I said I don't remember ......"

"Just because you don't remember doesn't mean you can pretend it didn't happen."

Winnie regrets a little that she shouldn't have come tonight.

How else could the topic be brought to this point.

She pursed her lips, "I'm drunk, and even if something happens it doesn't count."

Channing laughed, not sure if he was laughing at her, or at something.

After a while, Winnie said seriously again, "I think Miss Thomas is very suitable for you, both in age and appearance, and family background, are compatible with you."

"So are you coming when I get married."