Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 832

It rained all afternoon, with no sign of stopping.

Channing was reading a book on the sofa, while Winnie was browsing Twitter for a while and then turned to look at her script.

It grew dark outside.

Winnie got up, went to the window, and stretched. Then, she looked outside the window.

Because of the rain, the road was heavily congested with traffic jams.

Suddenly, the light in the room was on.

Winnie turned her head and saw that Channing was heading towards the kitchen. Channing asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Winnie picked up her phone. "I'll order takeout."

Channing opened the refrigerator and took out the vegetables Winnie bought at noon. "It's supper time, so it will take at least an hour to get the food delivered. I'd better cook myself."

On second thoughts, Winnie walked to him and said, "You are ill, so you need to rest. We can order from a restaurant close to us."

Channing turned his head and looked at her. "No. Just sit down and wait for a while."

Seeing this, Winnie knew that he wouldn't negotiate, so she said, "Okay." Then, Winnie walked back to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Winnie put her head in her hands and looked at Channing's back, deep in thought.

Although Winnie always said that she could imagine how Channing's past was like, she hadn't experienced what had happened to him.

Two years ago, when filming, she felt unwell after being soaked in cold water. In order not to delay the whole process, she didn't say anything but completed the filming.

After returning home, she was bedridden for many days. She felt dizzy, uncomfortable, sick, and limp. She did not want to do anything.

Channing was ill now, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

After half an hour, Channing walked out of the kitchen and put the dishes on the table, with chicken breasts, corn, sweet potatoes, and some other vegetables.

Winnie froze and looked up at him in disbelief.

Channing said, "You ate little at noon. I added only a little oil to them, so they won't affect your diet."

"What about… you?"

"I made some vegetable porridge." Channing added, "Do you want one more sweet potato?"

Winnie said, "No, these are enough."

Channing nodded and returned to the kitchen.

As an actress, Winnie has to keep slim, so she ate corn and chicken breasts all year round. She was tired of them.

Nonetheless, what Channing made looked and smelt delicious.

Winnie walked to the table and wanted to peel the sweet potato, but it was too hot. She put it back at once and rubbed her fingers on her earlobes.

Channing walked out of the kitchen with porridge. Seeing this, he quickly walked to her. After putting the porridge on the table, he kneeled on one knee, grabbed her hand, and examined it. Seeing that it was not burned, he said, "You can eat the others before it cooled down."

Winnie nodded and pulled out her hand.

Channing didn't say anything but handed her the chopsticks on the coffee table.

Winnie took them and looked at the porridge in front of him. "Is this all you're going to eat?"

Channing said, "There's a sweet potato left in the pot."

As he spoke, he had picked up the sweet potato in the dish.

Winnie was attracted by his hands.

Channing's hands are well-defined with clear veins. They looked attractive even when peeling a sweet potato.

When Winnie looked at Channing's hand in a daze, Channing had got the sweet potato peeled. He handed it to her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Winnie hurriedly recovered from her thoughts, took the sweet potato, and took a bite of it. "Thank you."