Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 941

After leaving the hospital, Stella took Noah to the new studio.

 

Sherry happened to be there sorting out the decorative ornaments. She turned around and said, "Hey, Stella."

 

Stella nodded, finding it was bright and clean. "Has the cleaning been done?"

 

"Yes, but the cameras and equipment will be delivered these days, so we have to clean again later."

 

"Thank you for your hard work."

 

"Never mind. The thought of this being my dream studio is a constant source of energy for me every day, not to mention that I have Daniel to help me, so I don't feel tired at all!."

 

"Is Daniel here too?"

 

"Yes, he's inside installing shelves." Sherry pushed Noah's stroller, pulling Stella to go outside, "There is formaldehyde. Do not stay here too long."

 

Stella stood in the open space outside the studio and smiled.

 

Her eyes fell on the wall in front of her unconsciously.

 

It was the renovator's name who had died accidentally in the fire.

 

Obviously, it was not that long ago, but it felt like a long time ago.

 

Sherry's voice rang out, "You took Noah to the hospital today for a checkup. What did the doctor say?"

 

Stella retrieved her thoughts and chuckled, "No checkup. Clarence and Archer deliberately tricked us over."

 

"Tut-tut." Sherry knew that her pictures aroused someone.

 

After sitting outside for a while, Sherry said, "I'm going in. You go home. It's cold."

 

"Okay."

 

Stella went straight back to her apartment.

 

It was getting colder. She was afraid that Noah would catch a cold.

 

Noah played in the living room when Dolores was cooking in the afternoon. Stella stood at the kitchen door and whispered, "Mom, could you make more dishes?"

 

Dolores turned back, "Do you have other friends coming?"

 

"No, just…I can bring some to Clarence."

 

"He doesn't like my cooking, and there are private customized nutritional meals at the hospital, much better than what I make."

 

Stella smiled, remembering Dolores's previous words that Clarence said that eating her cooking was better than eating tree bark when he was a child.

 

After a while, Dolores said, "I've made fish soup. You can bring it to him tonight."

 

"Me?"

 

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to. I just don't care about him.

He pulled her a little closer with a slight force. "Did she ask you to come here, or did you come yourself?"
"Do I look like I want to come here?"

Ignoring him, she unscrewed the thermos lid and poured the fish soup into a small bowl. "Drink it. It will get cold."
“Did you drink it?"

Stella was tired of the fish soup the other day, and today Dolores made her a rib soup, so she was not interested in it.
“Just drink.