Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Thirty minutes later, Channing arrived.

Stella took him to another dressing room and handed him the suit prepared for the shooting. “Try it on first. If it

does not fit, you can use a clip.”

“Okay.”

“Well,” she called out to him, “have you talked to your company about this? Do they agree?”

“They are happy to increase my exposure, not to mention that…”

Not to mention that the spokesperson was Winnie.

How could JH Film Company not agree?

She asked, “What?”

He replied, “It’s nothing.”

After saying that, he took the suit and went to get dressed.

She sat in a chair and got a magazine to read.

Soon he came out after changing his clothes.

He said, “It’s a bit loose.”

She looked to him and slightly raised her delicate eyebrows.

He was thinner than the male model. The clothes were a little loose for him. But he had broad shoulders and long

legs, thus looking more like a noble young master that was quite cool.

She put the magazine down and said, “I think it’s not bad. What’s the problem except for the size?”

He replied, “Not bad.”

“Well, so be it.” She picked up a tie and said, “Come and sit down. I will tie it for you.”

He walked to her and sat in the chair.

She put the tie around his neck and tied it in a familiar way with her head down.

While tying, she suddenly landed her eyes on his face.

Back then they found a pile of photos from Jeffery’s house. But in those photos, William’s face was all ruined.

William, who survived from that explosion, completely changed his face and came back as a new person.

Although Lyndon wore the same face as the original William, he acted so differently and was a disgusting presence

to all.

So she never felt that Channing looked like him.

But the last time when she was in London, William gave her a photo album.

There were many pictures of him as a child and his mother.

Maybe because Channing grew up a lot in the last year, or because he wore a suit now, she suddenly felt that he

looked almost exactly the same as William when he was young.

Noticing her pause, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

She retrieved her thoughts and replied, “Nothing.”

After tying his tie, she said, “I am going to see if Winnie has finished her makeup. I will let the makeup artist give

you a little touch-up and fix your hair.”

When she arrived next door, Winnie had already finished with her makeup and was doing her hair.

The make-up artist asked, “Has the male model arrived yet? I will be ready within twenty minutes.”

She replied, “Yes. He has finished changing his clothes.”

The make-up artist asked, “Does he need much make-up?”

“No. His skin is almost flawless, so he needs no fountain. You just help him with his eyebrows and his hair,” she

replied.

“Well then, ask him to come over. I will ask my assistant to do it for him. I will watch on the side to make sure there

will be no mistakes. In this way, we will be faster,” the make-up artist said.

Winnie didn't say anything.

Stella agreed and she called Channing over.

When the make-up artist saw him, her eyes lit up. “Where did you find such a handsome model?”

Stella smiled, “He is my little brother. I got him to help us for today.”

The artist said enviously, “Your family has good genes. You are beautiful and he is handsome. So your parents must

be good-looking.”

Hearing this, Channing paused for a moment without speaking.

Stella stayed silent as well.

Winnie coughed and said to her assistant behind her, “Fiona, get me a cup of warm water.”

When her assistant left with the cup, the make-up artist realized with hindsight that she might have said something

wrong.

Stella said, “Go help him with his hair.”

The artist nodded and asked her assistant to go over.

Not long after, Stella’s phone rang. It was Sherry calling to ask her about the situation here.

Stella said to Channing and Winnie, “I will go over and talk to Sherry first. When you are done, come directly.”

Winnie nodded her head and said, “Okay.”

After Stella left, the dressing room fell into an inexplicable silence.

Since the make-up artist had said something wrong, she dared not to speak now.

Her assistant was concentrating on doing Channing’s hair, feeling the odd atmosphere and not knowing what to say.

But soon Winnie’s assistant came over with a cup of water.

She handed the cup to Winnie and said, “Here you are, Winnie.”

“Thank you.”

With the conversation, the atmosphere in the dressing room was no longer so weird.

Winnie took a sip of the water and asked slowly, “Have you started school yet?”

Channing replied softly, “Yes.”

“Don’t you have classes this afternoon?” she asked.

“No,” he replied.

She got silent. Well, since she started the conversation, she had to find a way to keep it going.

While trying to stay calm, she said, “That’s good. Thank god that you came. Otherwise, we would not be able to

shoot today.”

He stared in a certain direction with his lips pursed in silence.

She rarely saw him like this. But she could guess the reason. When she was about to say something to divert his

attention, he suddenly got up and said, “I will go to the bathroom.”

After he went out, the make-up artist breathed a sigh and asked tentatively, “Did I just say something wrong?”

“It’s not a big deal. It’s not your problem…” Winnie paused and then added, “Am I almost done?”

“Yes, right away.” The artist sped up to do her hair.

The moment her hair was done, Winnie stood up and quickly stepped out of the dressing room.

She looked around the corridor and found Channing behind the door of the escape corridor as expected.

Seeing her, he tried to hide the cigarette in his hand.

She looked around and found nobody around, so she closed the door and walked to him. “Your sister is here. Aren’t

you afraid that she will find out?”

“No.”

She knew what he meant. He thought Stella would not find out.

She was silent for two seconds before saying, “Are you… Was it because of what the make-up artist said just now?

She did not mean to say it and she feels sorry.”

He replied, “No.”

“Then why…”

He looked at her and said in a quiet voice, “Whether bringing it up or not, some things will always be there and will

never change. Am I right?”

She opened her mouth but was at a loss for words.

After a while, she said, “But you should know that you don’t have to bear the consequences for others' doings.”