Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 1177

When Channing returned, Winnie was packing her things.

She had to put on makeup and change her clothes this afternoon, so those things were just left in the bedroom.

Channing walked over to her as he rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, picked up the contents of her arms and hung them in the checkroom.

Winnie looked at her empty hand, then at his back, and whispered, "Are your sister and the others gone already."

Channing said, "Hmmm," "Let's go."

Winnie hung her head and resumed her crouch in front of the suitcase.

She looked at all those things inside and didn't know how to pack them for a while.

Channing crouched next to her on one bent knee, "Go ahead and take a shower, I'll take care of these."

"Don't." Winnie took one piece outside and turned her head to look at him, "Go ahead and wash it while I put this ......"

Looking at his slightly raised eyebrow, Winnie was a little annoyed, "What are you smiling at."

"It's nothing." Channing took what she was holding, "It was my fault this time, it won't happen again."

Stella sent him a message before she arrived and he didn't see it.

Winnie: "......"

This is something that she can really be shy about for the rest of her life.

Winnie stood up, "You take it."

Channing's lips curled down, "Good."

She took her pajamas and makeup remover toiletries out of her suitcase and quickly went into the bathroom.

Winnie closed the door, secured her hair with shark clips and turned on the water.

When she finished her shower, she went to get her pajamas and accidentally dropped the ribbon she had just taken off on the floor, and when she bent down to pick it up, Winnie suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten to bring her wrist brace in.

Now the ribbon is stained with water, almost transparent, and better than nothing.

Winnie dressed and stood in front of the mirror, looking down at her scarred wrists and slowly frowning.

After a moment, she opened the bathroom door, peeked a head out, and tentatively voiced, "Channing?"

The answer to her was a silence.

It looks like it's not in the room.

Winnie exhaled and trotted out, crouching in front of her suitcase and rummaging for her wrist guards.

He was in a hurry when he moved, and there were many small things in bits and pieces, and she completely forgot where to put them for a while.

Just as she was rummaging through both suitcases, Channing's voice came from behind her, "Looking for something?"

Winnie tilted her head and subconsciously brought her wrist down and blocked it with her shirt, "Look for my ...... mask."

Channing knelt down and handed her one from the top of the suitcase she had just rummaged through.

Winnie's face remained unchanged: "Not this."

Immediately after, she continued, "You ...... go wash it, I'll find it myself."

Channing glanced unobtrusively at the hand she was draped over, and after a moment, she rose and said, "Good."

Only when Channing went into the bathroom did Winnie withdraw her eyes and look in the far corner of the third suitcase for wrist guards to put on.