Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

It rained all afternoon, with no sign of stopping.

Channing was reading a book on the sofa, while Winnie was browsing Twitter for a while and then turned to look at

her script.

It grew dark outside.

Winnie got up, went to the window, and stretched. Then, she looked outside the window.

Because of the rain, the road was heavily congested with traffic jams.

Suddenly, the light in the room was on.

Winnie turned her head and saw that Channing was heading towards the kitchen. Channing asked, "What do you

want to eat?"

Winnie picked up her phone. "I'll order takeout."

Channing opened the refrigerator and took out the vegetables Winnie bought at noon. "It's supper time, so it will

take at least an hour to get the food delivered. I'd better cook myself."

On second thoughts, Winnie walked to him and said, "You are ill, so you need to rest. We can order from a

restaurant close to us."

Channing turned his head and looked at her. "No. Just sit down and wait for a while."

Seeing this, Winnie knew that he wouldn't negotiate, so she said, "Okay." Then, Winnie walked back to the living

room.

Sitting on the sofa, Winnie put her head in her hands and looked at Channing's back, deep in thought.

Although Winnie always said that she could imagine how Channing's past was like, she hadn't experienced what had

happened to him.

Two years ago, when filming, she felt unwell after being soaked in cold water. In order not to delay the whole

process, she didn't say anything but completed the filming.

After returning home, she was bedridden for many days. She felt dizzy, uncomfortable, sick, and limp. She did not

want to do anything.

Channing was ill now, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

After half an hour, Channing walked out of the kitchen and put the dishes on the table, with chicken breasts, corn,

sweet potatoes, and some other vegetables.

Winnie froze and looked up at him in disbelief.

Channing said, "You ate little at noon. I added only a little oil to them, so they won't affect your diet."

"What about… you?"

"I made some vegetable porridge." Channing added, "Do you want one more sweet potato?"

Winnie said, "No, these are enough."

Channing nodded and returned to the kitchen.

As an actress, Winnie has to keep slim, so she ate corn and chicken breasts all year round. She was tired of them.

Nonetheless, what Channing made looked and smelt delicious.

Winnie walked to the table and wanted to peel the sweet potato, but it was too hot. She put it back at once and

rubbed her fingers on her earlobes.

Channing walked out of the kitchen with porridge. Seeing this, he quickly walked to her. After putting the porridge

on the table, he kneeled on one knee, grabbed her hand, and examined it. Seeing that it was not burned, he said,

"You can eat the others before it cooled down."

Winnie nodded and pulled out her hand.

Channing didn't say anything but handed her the chopsticks on the coffee table.

Winnie took them and looked at the porridge in front of him. "Is this all you're going to eat?"

Channing said, "There's a sweet potato left in the pot."

As he spoke, he had picked up the sweet potato in the dish.

Winnie was attracted by his hands.

Channing's hands are well-defined with clear veins. They looked attractive even when peeling a sweet potato.

When Winnie looked at Channing's hand in a daze, Channing had got the sweet potato peeled. He handed it to her

and asked, "What's wrong?"

Winnie hurriedly recovered from her thoughts, took the sweet potato, and took a bite of it. "Thank you."

With a smile, Channing stood up and poured her another glass of water.

After eating the sweet potato, Winnie pushed the corn to Channing. "Take this. I can't eat them all. You can't just eat

porridge."

Channing did not say anything but nodded.

After supper, Channing got up and decided to wash the dishes. Winnie stopped him at once. "I'll do that. You should

take a break and take the medicine."

With that, Winnie immediately picked up the dishes and took them into the kitchen.

After staring at her back for a while, Channing looked at the thermometer.

Winnie seldom cooked at home, let alone washed dishes. Thus, she had a hard time washing the dishes. When she

finished, most of her hoodie was wet, and even the cuffs were no exception.

She wiped the water with a paper towel, walked to the living room, and poured a glass of water for Channing.

Winnie sat next to Channing and put her hand on his forehead. Her brow furrowed right away.

Channing's forehead remained very hot, but it might be because he had just finished some porridge.

Winnie decided to ask Channing to take the temperature later.

She asked, "Where is your hairdryer? My sleeves are wet."

Channing said, "It’s in the bathroom. I'll get it for you."

Hardly had he finished speaking when he coughed.

Winnie said, "No, you just sit here. I will get it myself. Remember to take the medicine on time."

"Got it."

In the bathroom, the hairdryer was hanging on the wall.

Winnie took it down, pointed it at her cuff, and turned it on.

Nevertheless, the wind was too soft, so it would take a long time to dry her cuffs.

Winnie yawned. When she wanted to change the gear, she sneezed.

She looked at herself in the mirror and felt a little dizzy.

She didn't want to be sick.

Suddenly, Channing walked in and said to her, "Change your clothes."

Winnie turned her head to look at him and was a little worried.

Seeing through what she was thinking, Channing chuckled and took a step forward. "I didn't want to infect you with

a cold, but if you do catch it…"

"Shut up!" Winnie interrupted him with a flushed face, stammering, "At your age, you should concentrate on your

study rather than...."

With an evil smile, Channing slowly said, "I've studied well enough, so I am expanding my knowledge in other

areas."

Words failed Winnie.

When she was thinking about how to refute him, Channing turned around and got a T-shirt for her from the

bedroom.

He said, "Don't worry. I won't do anything if you don't like it."

Winnie pouted, took that T-shirt, and said, "You never asked for my consent before kissing me. You always…"

Channing smiled. "Sorry. I won't forget next time."

Winnie rarely saw Channing smile, but he had smiled twice in just a few minutes.

How alluring!

Winnie immediately closed the door and locked it.

Channing's voice came from outside, "You can use whatever you see."

Winnie answered and turned on the shower.

She took off her half-soaked hoodie, took off her headband, and had her hair in a bun, ready to take a shower.