Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 955

Donald opened the door, took Daphne to the guest bedroom, and turned on the light, “You can sleep here. If you need anything, just tell me. It’ll be my pressure to help.”

Daphne nodded, “Thank you Mr. Shawn.”

Donald looked at her, with corners of his lips twitching, “Didn’t I tell you not to be so reserved?”

Under his gaze, Daphne couldn’t help but feel herself flushed. She looked sideways, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t say anything other than “thank you”.

Seeing that she was still nervous, Donald pushed the suitcase in front of her, “Okay, it’s getting late. I won’t bother you. Just have a good sleep”

Daphne turned around and stammered, “Mr. Shawn, thank you...And good night...”

The smile deepened on Donald’s face, “Good night.”

While speaking, he closed the door of the guest bedroom.

Donald had just walked a few steps when the phone rang. It was Vincent.

He swiped and picked up the phone, “Have you caught him?”

Vincent said, “Yeah, we have captured him. How’s your injury? Didn’t you go to the hospital?”

As Donald walked to his room, he hissed in pain, “How can I go to hospital at this moment? It’s too embarrassing.”

Vincent sneered and said, “Knowing that it’s beyond your capability, you still rush to confront him. Certainly, you will get beaten.”

Donald untied his tie and threw it on the sofa, “You still think I’m such a savage just like you? I’m a gentleman, and Harris is Justin Conrad’s best hitman. I should be grateful since I’m alive.”

“Yes, Mr. Shawn is pampered. How can I put on a par with you.”

“It’s kind of mean for you to say that.”

Vincent didn’t bother to pay attention to him, “Fine, just handle it yourself.”

Before he hung up the phone, Donald added, “Hey, are you and Clarence, are you reconciled?”

Vincent said helplessly, “You think we are still young kids? How can we reconciled just like that.”

Hearing what he said, Donald was amused, “Don’t you two behave like kiddos sometimes?”

“That’s how Clarence chased his wife. I had never done that.”

“It’s about the same, in my opinion.”

Vincent was disdain about it, “Then what’s your behavior tonight? Infant kind of move?”

Donald was silent, “Is it interesting for two mature men to chat like this?”

“That’s you who started it.”

“I am just asking. Looking back at what happened in the James family, you didn’t know how much risk I took to help you. I really don’t know what’s going on between you two even now.”

Vincent said causally, “It’s nothing. I have tons of story to tell. Just take care of yourself.”

Donald curled his lips, hung up the phone. He then took off his shirt to check out the bruises on his body. He later grabbed the medicine for bruises and sprains, and rubbed it a few times.

After a simple treatment, he went to the cloakroom to get his pajamas. At that moment he remembered the expression of Daphne was about to cry when she treated the wound on his face. If she found the wound on his body, she could have felt guiltier.

Lying in bed, Donald stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

In the other room, Daphne also couldn’t fall asleep.

She didn’t know it’s because of the sudden change of unfamiliar environment, or some other reason. She felt that her whole brain was very stimulated.

Especially when she thought about that Donald was in the room next to her, she couldn’t control her mind to think about the bits and pieces of how they getting along. With that in her mind, she buried her head in the quilt.

For the entire night, she was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking about.

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