Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Winnie had just gotten off the elevator when she saw Channing standing sideways in front of her house, looking

down and processing a message on his phone.

As three years ago, he bought food and squatted at the door waiting for her.

Hearing footsteps, Channing put away his phone and looked back at her quietly.

Winnie walked over and pressed the fingerprint to unlock the door.

As she walked inside, she said, "Next time you arrive, send me a message and I'll send you a one-time password,

don't always wait outside."

Channing followed her: "You might as well just give me the password more easily."

"Come less, I'm quite handy."

The corners of Channing's lips hooked gently as he opened the refrigerator and put the things he bought from the

supermarket inside one by one.

He turned around, twisted a bottle of juice and handed it to Winnie.

Winnie happened to be thirsty and took a couple of sips from her head.

Channing continued sorting through the fridge, "What do you want to eat tonight."

"Whatever, I'll do it."

Channing took off his suit jacket, took a few ingredients out of the fridge and walked into the kitchen.

Winnie collapsed in the sofa, looking at his back, could not help but be a little lost in thought, in his mind resounded,

was Cooper's words.

She put him in again, what the hell is this.

She obviously wanted to control this feeling, but it seems to be getting deeper and deeper.

After a while, the aroma of food came from the kitchen.

Winnie slowly closed her eyes.

Channing made dinner and walked over to her, only to see her leaning back in the couch, seemingly asleep.

He bent his knees and squatted in front of her, and after two seconds, leaned in and kissed her.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Winnie's eyes snapped open.

Channing's eyes emerged with a smile, and his eyebrows were raised without a trace.

Winnie looked away sideways and tried to distance herself from him, "Yes ...... is the meal ready, I ......"

Channing held her shoulders and spoke unsteadily, "Do you think that I will leave when I see you asleep?"

Winnie didn't say anything, she just didn't know how to face him.

While she was lost in thought, Channing continued what he hadn't done earlier and kissed her on the lips.

This is the third time he has kissed her today.

But still not within Winnie's reach, her eyes widened slightly, and her hands froze in the air looking somewhat

unsettled.

This young but manly boyfriend really hasn't changed at all, always likes to make sneak attacks.

Soon, Channing released her and he said, "Let's eat."

Sitting at the table, Winnie barely managed to gather herself and tried to find something to talk about, "I heard you

took over Star Ferry Technology, so you must be quite busy."

Channing served her soup and mumbled lightly, "Cooper told you that?"

Winnie: "......"

She said, "Couldn't your sister have told me that?"

"She shouldn't have volunteered to talk to you about Star Ferry Technology."

Winnie froze for a long time before she realized that the previous head of Star Ferry Technology was Emmett.

She hung her head in acquiescence.

Channing placed the soup bowl in front of her, "What did he tell you."

Winnie whispered, "He ...... means you came back this time and took over Star Ferry Technology."

"There's more."

And ......

That's a lot.

Winnie raised her head and said seriously, "Since you're quite busy, you don't have to run to me every day, I'm

going to start a national tour for my play in a few days and will be away from City N for a long time."

"I asked, that troupe of yours performs on a twenty-day cycle with a two-day run, leaving at least half a month free

for the rest of the troupe to return to City N."

Winnie: "......"

He asked why so clearly.

Channing added, "But you do have Star Ferry Technology here a bit further away."

Winnie's eyes lit up a few notches when she heard that.

He continued, "You can move in with me."

"...... Thanks, no thanks, I live quite well."

Just after dinner, Channing's cell phone rang.

Winnie took advantage of his phone call to put the dishes away and wash them.

By the time she came out, he was still talking to the other end of the phone, in pure London-accented English.

Winnie leaned against the wall, listening with some fascination.

Channing put away his phone and turned his head to see her standing there with her head hanging down wondering

what she was thinking.

He walked over, "I'm out of here."

Winnie snapped back to her senses and looked up abruptly.

Channing looked the same: "Fooled you."

Winnie: "......"

Channing said, "Do you wash first or do I wash first?"

"......"

A longer silence.

She couldn't help but open her mouth, "No, you'd better go home, I don't have your clothes here ...... Yes, no

clothes, it's not convenient."

Channing looked at her and then pulled out his phone, "I can have it delivered."

"What?!"

Seeing that Channing was about to dial out, Winnie hastily took his hand and said through clenched teeth, "Okay

...... seems to have it, I'll go get it for you."

The corner of Channing's lips lifted, "Good."

Winnie came back to the room and only as an afterthought did she realize that she clearly meant to let him go, but

how did it develop into a choice between bringing him clothes and her bringing him clothes.

Besides, it's not like she's not fighting herself, she still has his clothes.

Winnie pounded her head in chagrin, feeling simply too stupid.

After twenty minutes, a knock on the bedroom door sounded, "Did you find it."

Winnie retrieved her thoughts, "Ah ...... don't seem to have ......"

Before she could say anything, the bedroom door was opened.

Channing walked in, "I'll get it."

Winnie stepped in front of him and said calmly, "I've searched, there really isn't one."

Channing glanced at the unlit checkroom: "Since there's one, it always takes a while to find it."

"No, I misremembered, no ...... didn't."

Channing stopped in his tracks, "As long as you don't mind, I'm fine without it."

Winnie: "......?"

What kind of words is he talking about.

Winnie pushed him out and said vaguely, "I'll go look for it again, you wait outside."

She closed the door, she clenched her fist and waved it, it was really a wrong step.

Shouldn't have let him in.

Winnie compromisingly walked into the checkroom, opened the left and right cabinets, took Channing's clothes out

from inside, walked out slowly, stuffed the clothes into Channing's arms, and in order to prevent him from having

any further discussion about the existence of the clothes, she hurried back to her room, locked the door behind her,

and at the same time said, "I didn't pack the guest room here , you have to stay if you have to, only sleep on the

couch."

Channing responded in a low voice, "Good."

Winnie collapsed on the bed and stared out at the night scene in disbelief.

Soon, the sound of gurgling water came from the bathroom.

Winnie lay down for a while and suddenly realized that her phone was still outside.

She sat up, intending to hurry to the living room and bring in her phone while Channing was still in the shower.

Winnie ran to the living room, searched around, and finally found the phone in the crevice of the couch, and was

just about to turn back when the bathroom door had opened.

Channing wiped his hair as he walked out of it.

He was wearing his old clothes, and at this glance, nothing had changed at all.

Time seems to have cycled back to three years ago.