Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

When Vincent got there, Donald was already sitting at the bar. It seemed like he had drunk a lot.

The surroundings were completely empty and no one was there.

He walked over, sat next to Donald, ordered a glass of wine, and said casually, “Get dumped again?”

Donald couldn’t accept his word, “Why the hell do you use the word ‘again’?”

Vincent glanced at him. “Then tell me why are you drinking in the afternoon.”

Donald turned to look at him. His arms were casually placed on the resting of the chair. He asked after think for a

while, “Please tell me. If a girl is full of gratitude to you, she thinks that if it weren’t for you, her whole life would be

ruined. Do you think this can be thought to be ‘love’?”

Vincent took the wine from the bartender, took a sip, and then answered indifferently with a question, “Think about

the question from another perspective. If the person who is grateful to you is an old woman in her 40s or 50s,

would you care about her attitude?”

Donald was like, what the hell?

He was speechless of the question.

Vincent said slowly, “It doesn’t matter she loved you or not. You are the one that matters. How you want to get

along with her? If you want to stay with her in the future, then pursuit her...”

Donald retracted his gaze and continued drinking, “You don’t get it. It’s not a question of whether I should pursuit

her or not. Besides...she’s not a playgirl.”

Vincent sneered, “How can you think I don’t understand this? Aren’t you afraid of being rejected by her? You are

afraid that she only regards you as a savior and has no feeling for you.”

Donald, a rich boy, could get whatever he wanted since he was a child. Wherever he went, the girls would take the

initiative to get close to him.

He has always been the leader in a relationship.

He really hadn’t never seen him worried about something that was uncertain.

Donald said, “I’m not afraid of rejection, I’m...”

“Just don’t want to ruined my image in her mind.”

“Isn’t that the same meaning?”

Donald didn’t want to talk.

Vincent added, “Okay. Since you said that she is not a playgirl, then don’t ask her for anything casually. Consider

carefully that what you want is just a short relationship or you want to marry her. If you’re just getting bored during

this time and want to find someone to relax, then find those like-minded.”

Donald was silent.

Did he look so unreliable?

Stella and Sherry had said so about him. Now Vincent said even more.

Vincent got up, raised his head and drank all the wine from the glass, “I’ve already said what I need to say. I am

leaving.”

“Hey, you haven’t even stayed for even five minutes!”

“It’s your honor to have me here talk nonsense with you for five minutes.”

After speaking, Vincent turned and left.

Donald was the only one left on the bar.

...

In the evening, Daphne worked overtime and returned to Mr. Shawn’s house at eleven o’clock.

She gently opened the door, and saw Donald sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was wearing the gold-rimmed

glasses he usually wears at work and he was reading a book.

Daphne took off her shoes and walked over, whispering, “Hasn’t Mr. Shawn sleep yet?”

Donald looked up at her, “Did you work overtime again today?”

Daphne nodded and said after a little while of silence, “Isn’t that Steve Billings’ case are going to trial? I’m still

sorting out some document and information...”

Hearing this, Donald smiled, closed the book and said, “Judging from your word, you are determined to kill my job.”

Daphne waved her hand, “No, no, I know that as a lawyer, Mr. Shawn has your own job to do. I just want to report

the truth so that the public can know what kind of person Steve Billings is.”

After a long while, Donald said, “If I win the case, then in your opinion, do you think you will continue to uphold your

justice and belief? Or will you think I’m just a liar? Someone who would do anything even protect a murderer just

for profits and reputation?”

Hearing what he said, Daphne was stunned for a long time, not knowing how to answer.

Donald was not in a hurry. He just waited for her quietly.

After a long time, Daphne said slowly, “Mr. Shawn is not a liar, and there is nothing wrong with what you taught me.

No matter what Mr. Shawn chooses, it will not change the way I see you in my mind. You are the one who drag me

out of desperate and tell me there’s still hope in front when I am at my most hopeless moment. And you will

forever be that one.”

As she finished her word, Donald’s brows moved slightly. He was momentarily relieved.

Daphne smiled, “Then I’ll go wash up first. Goodnight, Mr. Shawn.”

She was getting up when Donald grabbed her wrist.

Daphne paused, “Mr. Shawn...Is there anything else?”

Donald looked up at her. “Harris has been captured.”

Daphne’s eyes lit up, “Really? When?”

Donald didn’t answer but asked, “So, are you moving out?”

Hearing this, the smile on Daphne’s face froze. her voice became a little stuttering, “I can move out… Anytime you

want… Sorry for disturbing Mr. Shawn recently. Tomorrow I’ll...”

Donald interrupted her and continued, “I mean, if you don’t want to go, you can stay here as long as you want.”

Daphne was even more confused about what he meant. After thinking of a possibility quickly in her mind, she was

full of uncertainty. She felt that even her breath was trembling, “Mr. Shawn...”

Donald said, “I’ve been thinking about a question today. The reason why you keep this pen cap is because you are

grateful, or...you love me...”

Hearing the last few words, Daphne’s face flushed in no time. She felt her ears were so hot. She hesitated, not

knowing what to say for a while.

“If it’s the answer is the latter, can you please stay?”

His voice was low, and he just looked at her like that. His dark eyes were burning hot and straightforward.

Daphne has been busy studying and working in recent years, but he is not an idiot about love.

She certainly understood what he meant.

After thinking and struggling for half minutes, she slowly sat down.

Donald looked at her, tilting his head slightly.

Daphne’s face was flushed and her voice stuttered, “I... I’m not leaving.”

A great smile gently appeared on Donald’s face. He retracted the hand holding her wrist, “Okay, let’s go to bed

first. And I’ll help you move over after you get off work tomorrow.”

Daphne hurriedly said, “No, no, I don’t have much stuff to move. I can just take a cab”

Since the accident at home, Daphne has gone to college alone. She has been alone wherever she went. She had

long been used to doing everything by herself.

For things like moving home, she can just pack her luggage and order an Uber. She had already familiar with all

these procedures.

Donald said, “Nah, I’ll pick you up after you get off work tomorrow.”

Before Daphne could answer, he got up and walked straight to the bedroom.

When he got to the door, he looked back at Daphne and whispered, “Good night.”

A smile uncontrollably appeared on Daphne’s face, “Good night, Mr. Shawn.”