Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

When the little one fell asleep, Winnie gently tucked him in and went out of the room.

She looked at the time and it was almost ten o'clock.

Channing hasn't come back yet.

Winnie moved her arms, which she hadn't exercised much lately, and took out her yoga mat from the storage

room, ready to relax her body.

Winnie turns on her phone, plays soothing music, and lies calmly on her yoga mat, sitting in flat support.

She used to be able to basically do about three minutes, but this time, less than a minute, it was a little hard to hold

on.

Winnie tried several times in succession, one after the other for shorter periods of time.

She simply sat cross-legged, exhaled, unscrewed the water next to her and drank.

It may be the reason that the weather is too hot, always a little restless, always quiet.

Winnie slowly finished her bottle of water, and just as she was about to take a shower and go to bed, the sound of

the door opening came.

Winnie's body rubbed up a little and tilted her head to look over.

Channing met her gaze, his eyes sweeping over her body, his eyebrows raised slightly, "Waiting for me?"

Winnie sniffed, couldn't help but misplace her gaze and said vaguely, "I'm practicing yoga, have you ...... you eaten

yet?"

"Eat up."

When Channing approached, Winnie smelled a faint odor of alcohol on him.

Winnie subconsciously asked, "Did you go to a dinner party tonight."

Channing sat down on the couch next to her and mumbled softly.

Winnie was about to say something else when Channing said, "No more practice?"

Winnie responded, "Oh, I ...... I'm almost done practicing and am getting ready for bed."

She said, and tried to get up.

Channing took her wrist and spoke in a low voice, "Noah's asleep?"

"Sleeping." Winnie thought about it and thought she should report to his uncle about the little one's whereabouts

today, she said, "I took Noah out to dinner with Aimee today. ."

"Remember, you were close to her?"

Winnie nodded: "I've known her since I first started out."

"And when did you meet Cooper Booth."

Winnie: "......"

Why don't they have a twist?

While she was in a daze, Channing's wrist was forced and Winnie fell into his arms.

Winnie looked up at him, forgetting what she had just wanted to say.

Channing met her gaze and spoke lowly, "Hmm?"

He was still waiting for her answer.

Winnie tried to get out of his arms while saying, "Just ...... a chance meeting."

Channing held her back without moving, "Has he been looking for you lately."

"No more." Winnie saw that he had no intention of releasing her and repeated seriously, "There really isn't any

more."

Cooper was as quiet as if he had never existed as a human being this time.

"If he comes back to you, tell me first."

Winnie pursed her lips and whispered, "I can fix it ......"

"Cooper is not a nice guy, you don't have to waste your mind on him. So, just leave it to me."

"In that case, it is you who should not waste your time on him even more, your business is much more important

than his."

Channing's lips curled down and he looked at her without saying anything.

Winnie was a little uncomfortable by his look and tried to get up again, but was held by him around the waist.

Without waiting for Winnie to say anything, he had already lifted her chin and kissed it.

She tasted it herself, the taste of wine between his lips.

The kiss wasn't deep, Channing just took her lips and sucked on them little by little.

But this makes Winnie shudder even more.

She couldn't help but grab the shirt on Channing's chest with her hand, feeling her lower lip go numb.

After the kiss was over, Winnie felt dizzy and her breath was slightly panting, "Are you ...... you're drunk."

Otherwise, his angle, how so tricky.

Channing gently wrapped his arm around her, resting his jaw on her shoulder, "Maybe?"

"Come less, others say that wine is drunk three times awake, and I see you like this, there is no ......"

"So last time, how many minutes were you awake?"

Winnie: "......"

Even without explicitly saying so, she knew instantly which time he was referring to.

Winnie looked away unnaturally, "I've been getting drunk more often lately, I don't know which time you're talking

about ......"

As she speaks, she tries to push Channing out of his arms.

I never thought it would work this time.

After Winnie froze for a moment, she rushed into the bathroom.

She stood in front of the mirror and touched her swollen and numb lips with her hand, and it was really a small wolf

dog ......

It's too tough.

At night, Winnie lies in bed a little sleepless, next to the little wolf dog is unusually quiet.

Winnie laid down for a while and asked in a small voice, "Are you not feeling well? I'd better go make you some

sober soup ......"

She was just about to get up when Channing pulled her into an embrace and he said, "No, that's fine."

Winnie suddenly noticed that his body was a little hot.

She reached out and touched his forehead, frowning, "You don't think you have a cold, do you?"

The recent hot weather, and often stay in the air conditioning room, the temperature difference between indoor

and outdoor, indeed quite easy to catch a cold.

Channing took her hand and closed his eyes, "It's okay."

Despite what he said, Winnie was still not quite sure.

She waited for Channing to fall asleep and then quietly crawled out of his arms and felt his forehead again, nothing

better.

Winnie got up, went outside and poured a cup of hot water, found another cold medicine, then placed it on the bed

and gently called out to him, "Chan, you take the medicine before you go to sleep."

Channing opened his eyes, threw the medicine into his mouth, picked up a glass of water and tilted his head to

drink it.

Winnie was still unsure and was just about to reach for the thermometer when Channing took hold of her wrist.

He whispered, "Okay, sleep."

"But you ......"

"I've already taken the medicine, and I'll be fine after a good sleep."

Winnie knew she couldn't argue with him and could only say, "Then if you still don't feel good after a good night's

sleep, you'll go to the hospital tomorrow when you wake up."

"Good."

Winnie repositioned herself on the bed and for the first time volunteered to lean over towards Channing, keeping an

eye on him.

Throughout the night, Winnie slept in a daze, waking up every now and then to gently touch Channing's forehead to

see if the temperature had come down.

So intermittently, she didn't know when she fell asleep.

By the time she woke up with a start, it was light outside.

Winnie yawned and came out of the bedroom, only to see the little one playing with Lego alone in the living room,

she said, "Noah, where's your uncle."

"Uncle has gone to the company oh."

Winnie froze, and hurriedly looked at the time, it was actually almost eleven o'clock.

She sat next to the little one: "So, is your uncle better from the cold?"

Noah turned his head in confusion, "Is Uncle catching a cold."

Winnie said, "Yes, he has a cold and a little bit of alcohol, he should have gone to the hospital ......"

The little one said, "Uncle seldom drinks, mom said he would be allergic to alcohol."