Chapter 85


    At noon, when Dolores was cooking, Ste went to the kitchen to help her.


    Dolores said, “The kitchen is quite small. Why are you here to make it so crowded? Just wait outside.”


    Ste said with a smile, “Ms. Anderson, could you please make a bit more soup?”


    “Can you finish all?”


    “I...” Ste rolled her eyes. “My friend also wants to drink it. I want to share the soup with himter.”


    Dolores knew clearly who her “friend” was. She didn’t answer but put more water into the pot. She said


    indifferently, “Just up to you.”


    Ste held back herughter. “Okay, Ms. Anderson. I’ll wait outside then.”


    Dolores hummed.


    In the yard, Ste supported her chin with one hand, curling up her lips into a smile. She finally knew


    why rence always affirmed with his lips but denied in his heart -- he inherited the character from


    someone.


    After lunch, Ste put the soup into Dolores’ instion pail, took it, and walked slowly to the hotel.


    Nathan showed her to the door of rence’s room. “Ms. Radomil, Mr. Conrad now... I’m afraid he


    wouldn’t want to meet you.”


    Not to mention Ste, he didn’t see anyone.


    Ste said, “It’s alright. I just want to talk to him very quickly. If he doesn’t want to see me, I’m fine with


    it.”


    Nathan nodded. “Okay. Ms. Radomil, please call me if you need anything.”


    Then he left this battlefield-going-to-be as soon as possible.


    Ste pressed the doorbell and called, “Mr. Conrad, can you hear me?”


    She heard no response from the inside.


    After a few seconds, Ste pressed the doorbell again. She raised her voice. “Mr. Conrad, I bought you


    some fish soup. If you don’te out, I’ll finish it myself.”


    There was still no response.


    The wretched man was so calm.


    After a few minutes, Ste said in disappointment, “Mr. Conrad, since you don’t want to meet me, I’m


    taking off. I’ll go to a ce where nobody could find me, so you wouldn’t be bothered...”


    Before she finished her words, the locked door in front of her was opened suddenly. rence looked at


    her expressionlessly. “Are you done?”


    Ste looked quite depressed. “I came here to say thest goodbye to you, Mr. Conrad. Thank you for


    being so broad-minded and not getting even with me all the time.”


    rence didn’t look at her at all, snorting. “You said I’m dignified, domineering, and bullyingst night.


    Now I’m broad-minded.”


    “Nah. I didn’t say that someone was Mr. Conrad. Well, if you insist on thinking so...”


    “Enough,” rence interrupted her impatiently, “What on earth do you want?”


    Ste raised the instion pail in her hand and fawned him, “I heard you haven’t eaten sincest night


    until now, so I deliberately deliver this to you, Mr. Conrad.”


    rence crossed his arms on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at her expressionlessly.


    He didn’t have any intention to let her in.


    He stared daggers at her, and Ste felt a sense of guilt under his gaze. She looked away awkwardly.


    “Mr. Conrad, please don’t misunderstand. I want to thank you for helping my brother.”


    Seeing that rence remained silent, Ste added, “My brother told me that he has gone back to


    university now. Thank you so much for your help. Mr. Conrad.”


    “Since you’ve known it, do you think a bowl of fish soup is enough to repay this favor?”


    Ste was speechless.


    She knew that he might not want to take the soup but only made an excuse.


    Ste withdrew the soup. “I see. Mr. Conrad, it’s not enough indeed. Let me think about what else I can


    do to repay your favor. I won’t hold you up for so long then. Please have a good rest, Mr. Conrad.”


    She turned away before rence said something.


    “Stop.”


    Ste looked back with a smile. “Mr. Conrad, anything else?”


    He titled his head and took a look at his room, and then turned around and walked in.


    Ste curled her lips, following him.


    After entering the room, Ste poured the fish soup from the instion pail into a bowl and handed it to


    rence. “Mr. Conrad, try it, please.”


    rence took it over with a hand, picked up the soup, and took s sip.


    Ste widened her eyes. “How do you like it?”


    “It’s not the first time you cooked it. What’s so different?”


    “Of course it is... What if I improved my cooking skills?”


    rence cast her a nce. “Not at all.”


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    Ste was choked up by his words.


    She knew this wretched man wouldn’t talk nicely.


    Ste was reluctant. She added, “If you taste it carefully, there is houttuynia cordata in it. The fish soup


    is thicker and fresher, isn''t it extremely tasty?”


    rence frowned unhappily. “What on earth do you want to tell me?”


    “Forget it. Nothing. Mr. Conrad, keep on. I’ll get my instion pail back after you finish it.”


    However, he didn’t keep on drinking the soup. Putting down the bowel, he said indifferently, “Ste,


    don’t do anything meaningless.”


    Ste was taken aback. For a moment, she lost her tongue.


    rence said expressionlessly, “Take your stuff and leave.”


    “Mr. Conrad, I know I don’t have the right to say something, but... what if you have some


    misunderstandings?”


    “Ste Radomil, could you mind your own business before getting into others?”


    “I...”


    rence said in a cold tone, “If you think all things could be exined by misunderstanding and be


    forgiven, how about I asked my men to pick up Jeffrey Radomil and send him to you right now?”


    Ste was speechless.


    She decided to give up. Anyway, this matter had nothing to do with her. She just realized that Ms.


    Anderson had been taking care of her in the past few days, so she wanted to have a try.


    Before leaving, Ste couldn’t help but mumble, “Ms. Anderson is different from Jeffrey Radomil .”


    rence ignored her.


    Ste withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and left his room with the instion pail in her hands.


    After she was gone, Nathan poked his head at the door. “Mr. Conrad, they’ve arrived. Would you like to


    meet them now or postpone it to tomorrow?”


    rence stood up and said indifferently, “Not necessary. I’ll meet them now.”


    “Okay.”


    ...


    After leaving the hotel, Ste looked at the rest of the fish soup in the instion pail and felt it was


    indeed a waste. She found a ce and gulped it down.


    She shouldn’t havee here. She should just sit and watch that wretch man starved to death.


    Although she didn’t know much about the mother and son, she shouldn’t have meddled in. But she


    didn’t ask rence to forgive Ms. Anderson immediately. She just thought that they hadn’t met each


    other for twenty years, which was a long time for either of them. If there were any misunderstandings,


    they should talk and make it clear.


    However, the wretched man used Jeffrey Radomil as her sore point and poked it. She wasn’t


    appreciated by him at all.


    Ste exhaled. After sitting a while, she went back home.


    In the yard, Dolores was sorting out things. Seeing that Ste came back, she didn’t ask anything. She


    said, “You can leave the instion pail to me. I’ll wash it.”


    “Well... It’s all right. I can do it.”


    Dolores cast her a nce and asked indifferently, “Hasn’t he drunk it?”


    Ste immediately answered, “He finished it.”


    She was afraid that Dolores didn’t buy it. Purposed, Ste opened the lid of the instion pail. “Look,


    Ms. Anderson. It’s empty now.”