Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

When I got home from breakfast, it was already seven o'clock.

It's also raining a little harder outside than it was before.

Winnie took a shower and came out, Channing had changed into his suit and his tie was in the crook of his arm, not

yet ready to be tied.

She paused in her steps, "Are you going to the office."

Channing said, "Well, I have a meeting in the morning."

"But you didn't sleep all night last night ......"

"There was sleeping in the car." Channing walked up to her, took her hand, placed the tie in her palm, and in a low

magnetic voice, "Will."

Winnie's heart trembled slightly as she listened, and her hands couldn't help but clench a few points: "No ...... not

quite."

Channing said, "I'll teach you."

Winnie thought for a moment, "Then keep your head down."

Channing obediently bowed his head.

Nevertheless, he was so tall that Winnie had to stand on tiptoe to put the tie on.

She went around twice in a muddle and found out how it wasn't right: "How should ...... I get it?"

Channing's lips hooked down, took her hand, led her step by step, and tied her tie.

But it turns out that there are some things two people contribute to, not as good as one.

The tie was tied on crookedly.

Winnie looked down and untied the tie again, "Start over."

This time Channing did not teach her again, but always cooperated by keeping his head down and looking at her

with a smiling gaze.

Winnie tried several times and finally got stuck with this tie and had to tie it today.

After a moment, she suddenly reacted and looked up at Channing, but was caught off guard by the dark, quiet

eyes.

Channing raised his eyebrows slightly, probably asking what she wanted to say.

Winnie couldn't help but side-eye: "It seems to be delayed a bit long, don't you have to go to a meeting, or you

should tie it yourself."

Channing looked down: "You're tying it up pretty good."

Winnie: "......"

It's true that it's a little better than the very beginning, but it's still far from really good.

Channing raised his hand and rubbed her hair, "Go to sleep, I'm leaving."

Winnie said, "So are you ...... coming back for dinner tonight."

She had nothing to do this afternoon, so she could just work on cooking at home.

"I'll send you a message later."

Winnie nodded, "Good."

Her lips went soft before the words left her mouth.

The kiss wasn't too long, but it wasn't too short either.

The moment Channing's phone rang, he simultaneously released her and whispered, "I'll go first."

Winnie's hand still maintains its position on his waist, waiting to walk away before slowly withdrawing it.

When she returned to her room, she fell into bed, but now she was a little sleepy compared to the previous

sleepiness.

She was lying on her bed, playing with her phone.

Not long after, Aimee called her: "I heard you've gone back to City N?"

Winnie said, "Yeah, what's up."

"I remember you don't have any other work during this time except acting in plays, so why is your schedule so

rushed."

Winnie: "......"

She said, "Come back when it's over."

"If you ask me, you have someone waiting for you at home, no wonder you're so eager to return." Aimee added,

"What about it? When will you bring it out so I can meet it?"

"emm...... after a while, he's been quite busy lately."

Speaking of which, Aimee was suddenly a bit curious: "What does he do that works so busy, programmer?"

"No."

"Doctor?"

"Neither."

Aimee seven or eight guesses, Winnie said: "Neither, he ...... is just more things in the company. Besides, aren't you

going into the drama, where do you get the time."

"Let alone into the crew, even if the earth explodes, I have to see what kind of man can take you before I close my

eyes."

Winnie: "......"

Really just outrageous.

After they talked for a while, Aimee had work to do and hung up the phone.

Winnie lay down on the bed and fell asleep in a short while.

She slept straight through to 1pm.

Winnie got up, opened the fridge and was about to make something to eat when her phone suddenly rang.

She thought it was Channing calling and bumped into the coffee table when she ran to answer it.

Looking at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, Winnie slowly picked it up and placed it next to her ear,

"Who is it?"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line, a familiar voice suddenly came through: "It's me, Flora."

Winnie held her phone and sat down in the couch.

Flora's voice continued to come, with three parts hate, three parts gnashing of teeth, and four parts exhaustion:

"Mr. Conrad's blocking of me was planned by you, right?"

Winnie smiled, "Thank you for thinking so highly of me."

"Winnie, we've known each other for so many years, and although we usually don't get along and have arguments,

you don't have to mess with me. You knew the kid was Mr. Conrad's son and you just ......"

"What's wrong with me being biased?" Winnie said indifferently, "Flora, you said such vicious words in front of a

small child, and spread them widely afterwards to try to slander me, how come in the end it was me who did you

harm instead."

Flora said: "Then why didn't you tell me that it was Mr. Conrad's son! Winnie, you can fool others, but not me, don't

think I don't know that you did it on purpose, you took the trick and then forced me to death!"

Winnie grew a little impatient: "Big sister, was it me who held a knife to your neck and forced you to do all this."

Flora was momentarily speechless: "You ...... you ......"

She spoke for a long time, but did not say a complete sentence.

Winnie was about to hang up the phone when Flora's indignant voice came back: "Winnie, don't you think that by

stepping me down, those ugly things in your past, are also over, I tell you, never!"

Winnie said faintly, "I remember clearly, I don't need you to remind me."

After the words, she simply hung up the phone.

On the other side, Flora was angry enough, she squeezed the envelope in her hand tightly and looked up at the

person sitting across from her, "I promise you!"

Quickly, she added, "But I need to know where they came from."

"From where you don't need to know, as long as something has existed, it must have left a trace."

"But I've looked for it before and couldn't find it at all ......"

"That only means that you are not good enough."

Flora instantly face a blue burst, red burst, clenched his teeth and looked down at the envelope in his hand.

The wave that Chassell didn't make three years ago, then this time it's her turn!