Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After Winnie reacted, she reached out her hands and tried to push him away.

However, Channing seemed to be aware of it and he easily held her wrist that was raised to mid-air.

His lips moved to the top of her collarbone, then started to suck and kiss.

Her breath paused for a second, and her eyelashes fluttered.

The progress was too fast.

She spoke with difficulty and her voice trembling slightly, “Stop ...stop ...”

Channing looked up at her again and his eyes looked deep. He said word by word, “Now do you still think that I am a

kid?”

Winnie met his gaze and truly felt regret.

How would she provoke him in this regard?

Although he was only twenty years old, he was a man at the same time.

He was in the heyday of youth.

She didn’t answer, but the panic in her eyes had already betrayed her.

At this time, the faint doorbell came from outside.

The continuous doorbell sounded hurried.

It broke the flirtation in the bathroom.

She looked sideways and said, “It should ...be the property management company sending someone here. I'll go

and open the door ...”

She just wanted to find this excuse to leave and then Channing said, “You stay here, I'll go.”

After finished saying, he stepped out of the bathroom.

Winnie finally let out a sigh of relief.

Just as she turned around, she saw herself in the mirror.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, the lipstick on her lips was gone while her lips became swollen.

Her pair of eyes was brimming with water.

There were several red marks on her neck and collarbone.

She couldn’t stand it anymore.

She leaned over and poured a handful of water over her face, trying to wake herself up.

A moment later, she got a washcloth and wiped the water from her face.

The scene moments ago started to replay in her mind.

She couldn't believe that the emotions she had been hiding well were so easily discovered by him…

At outside, he closed the door after telling the property staff that the plump had been fully repaired.

By the time he returned again, the bathroom was empty.

Her voice came from the bedroom, “I'm going to sleep! You sleep on the sofa!”

Channing looked at the closed door next to him, smiled and agreed, “Okay.”

In the bedroom, she sat on the bed and wrapped her entire body tightly with the quilt, but still couldn’t stopped the

scenes that kept flashing back in her mind and the swelling pain on her lips.

After a while, she straight away covered her head with the blanket, tossing and turning in bed.

During midnight, there were a few muffled thunderclaps outside.

Pitter-patter of rain was heard afterwards.

Even when she stayed under the blanket, she could clearly feel the temperature decreasing.

She turned off the air conditioning and opened the window. The sound of rain became even clearer.

Winnie propped her cheeks on the windowsill with one hand and let out a long breath as she looked out into the

night.

A few drops of rain were blown towards her arms by the wind.

There was some coolness.

She averted her eyes and looked down at the raindrops on her hands.

Two minutes later, she opened the bedroom door and carried a thin quilt out.

In the living room, there was only a wall light on. Channing was sitting on the sofa with a dictionary in his hands.

She didn't expect him to be awake at this hour.

But since she had already come out, she had no alternative.

She put the quilt next to him, “You still don’t want to sleep yet?”

He looked up at her, “I can't fall asleep.”

She lamented, “You got insomnia at such a young age?”

He answered, “Um. Young people are vigorous.”

She was speechless.

She shouldn't have.

She coughed, “Then you go on, I'll go to sleep first.”

He said, “Okay.”

As she returned to the bedroom, she heard her heartbeat again. She placed her hand on her chest to calm her

breathing.

She wasn’t a teenage girl anymore. Why was she so nervous?

She fell into bed and had a sleepless night.

The next morning when she was drowsy, she heard a loud noise from outside.

She rubbed her hair, went to the makeup mirror to look at her dark circles, and tsk-tsked.

Sure enough she was getting older.

After covering the dark circles with make-up, she changed her clothes and used a silk scarf to cover the marks on

her neck.

When she went out, Channing was holding a bowl of steamed egg.

He said, “There are only eggs left in your fridge, so just eat them.”

Winnie was glad that she still had eggs in the fridge.

Otherwise, it would have been very embarrassing.

“Oh.” She replied, then sat down at the dining table and looked at the breakfast in front of her. Something came to

her mind and she smiled lightly.

He said, “What's wrong?”

“Nothing.” She picked up the spoon, “Did you learn your cooking skills from your sister?”

“No.”

She was a little surprised, “Your sister is quite a good cook. I thought you learnt it from her.”

He pulled out a chair, sat opposite her and spoke coldly, “When I was a kid, Jeffrey almost didn't care about us, so

she was the one cooking for me most of the time. But there were times when she wasn't around, so I just cooked

casually on my own."

“Cook casually ...It seems like you’re talented in cooking.”

“No, the dish I made at the beginning was awful. The only way to make it edible is to slowly figure it out yourself.”

She was clear that all the topics about his father were actually quite forbidden to him, and he was always unwilling

to talk about anything related to him.

However, to her surprise, he took the initiative to mention about Jeffrey.

She gently smiled and eased the conversation, “But you guys are pretty awesome. I left my parents when I was in

high school but until now I can't even cook a full meal on my own. I basically just order takeaway every day, I'd like

to learn how to cook if I’m free as I don't even know what to eat for takeaway.”

Channing paused, “You don't need to learn, I can come over and do it for you.”

She was speechless.

How did this topic veer off again?

She lowered her head, “Let's eat, let's eat. Don't you have to go to school? Hurry up and eat.”

After eating, he took his things and prepared to go out.

She stood there and hesitated for a while. As she looked at the rain that was still pouring outside, she finally said,

"I'll send you to school."

Of course he didn’t refuse.

When they reached the basement, he took the key from her hand, “I’ll drive.”

She was stunned for a moment, then said, “Okay.”

When she got into the car, she turned on the car stereo and the music was melodious,

She leaned back on the passenger seat and yawned.

After a night of excitement, she finally calmed herself down, and her sleepiness came gradually.

He drove very steadily and Winnie fell asleep in a short time.

After a while, the car had already stopped when she woke up.

It was at the crossroads next to the school.

She stretched, “Are we there? Why didn't you call me?”

As she spoke, her eyes fell on the clock inside the car.

It was already half past eleven.

He said, “You slept soundly.”

Winnie was shocked, “Then are you late for school ...”

“Um.” He answered and turned his head to look at her, “Do you want to compensate me?”