Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Seeing her desperately trying to explain, Stella laughed, “Okay, dinner will be ready soon. Channing, come help me

in the kitchen.”

Channing nodded, “Okay.”

Elaine finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt alive again as she watched the two of them walk towards the kitchen.

At the side, Sherry tried to ease the situation so that Elaine wouldn’t be so awkward. She gestured Winnie and

talked about what happened on the Internet these two days.

In the kitchen, Stella passed the potatoes to Channing and asked him to peel it.

As Channing went to get a knife, Stella suddenly asked him, “Did you go find Chassell?”

Channing froze for a moment, and then denied, “I didn’t.”

“Then how did you get the injuries on your face?”

“It has nothing to do with him.”

Stella glanced at the living room and slowly said, “Winnie is also asking me about this. Maybe we would even

discuss it during dinner. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me the truth?”

Channing didn’t say anything.

He remained silent for a few seconds. Then, he turned around and started to peel the potatoes, indirectly

confirming what Stella speculated was true.

Stella still wanted to ask Channing if he had hit Chassell. However, it was already an obvious fact, seeing the injuries

on his face.

She asked, “Where is Chassell right now?”

“In the hospital.”

“Not bad. He can still issue an apology statement from the hospital. This means he’s still alive.”

Channing lowered his head and didn’t speak.

Stella asked again, “How did you find him?”

“I’ve met him before. I called him, and he went to the underground parking lot.”

“He didn’t bring any bodyguards? Didn’t he call the police?”

“Maxwell was there too.”

Stella went silent for a while, “So it was a group fight?”

Stella couldn’t imagine the scene. Channing, Maxwell, and Maxwell’s subordinates were all in their twenties and

thirties. How could they still do such a thing?

Even though Chassell deserved it, she wouldn’t advocate such a way.

Channing said, “No. I fought him alone.”

Yesterday, when Chassell went to the underground parking lot, he was punched before he could see anyone.

As the bodyguards was about to move forward, they were stopped by him.

Chassell’s dignity as a man arose, probably at the thought of the insult of being beaten unilaterally a few days ago.

He raised his hand and signalled his men to leave it alone. Then, he took off his jacket and swung his arms, looking

as if he was ready for a big battle to recover some of his lost dignity.

In the beginning, Chassell was still able to fight back. However, in the end, he could only wretchedly protect his

head.

Channing’s strike was firm and precise, almost aiming at Chassell’s weakest every time on every hit.

His voice was cold, “I've warned you to stay away from her.”

Chassell couldn’t even finish a complete sentence but only let out some muffled grunts.

His bodyguards saw this. As they were about to step forward, several people appeared and stopped them.

Maxwell pulled the furious Channing away, “Enough! If you go on, he’s going to die!”

Thus, saving the life of Chassell.

Looking at the ferocity and gloom in Channing’s eyes, there were a few seconds where Chassell thought that he

had really taken a trip from the edge of hell. He was really frightened.

He was helped up by his bodyguards, coughing while trying to call the police.

Maxwell came up to him with a phone, “Mr. Barret, you have a call from Mr. Conrad.”

Hearing this, Stella almost understood what happened. No wonder Nathan didn’t know anything about this when

Winnie asked him about it.

Seeing that Channing went to find Chassell, Maxwell must have sensed something was off. So he followed Channing

and called Clarence at the same time.

That's why Clarence told her to pay to unlock. The plot had indeed... unfolded out of her expectations.

Stella looked at Channing, “Have you ever thought what would happen to you if Maxwell didn’t arrive and Chassell

really called the police? If this case is filed, you may get expelled from school.”

“I wouldn’t get sentenced for this case. At worst, the school will give me a serious warning. After that, I can just

participate in a few more competitions to revoke the punishment by winning some big honors for the school.”

Stella was speechless.

She nearly forgot. Channing knew more than she did in this regard.

She said, “So you only went find him after planning all this?”

Channing stopped talking again.

Stella didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh at that moment. He had actually planned his retreat beforehand.

Stella thought for a while but still said, “Chan, I’m not saying that you are wrong about this matter. However, you

don’t know what kind of person Chassell is; therefore, you shouldn’t be so impulsive. Now he’s lying in the hospital

and can’t do anything to you. But when he recovers, can you be sure that he won’t retaliate against you? Next time

when you encounter something like this, maybe try for a different approach.”

Channing said, “There’s only one way to deal with someone like him.”

He would only have scruples when he is truly afraid.

Channing said again, “I’m not afraid of him retaliating against me. As long as he can’t beat me to death, I...”

Before he could finish saying, Stella hit him on the head, “Peel your potato.”

"Oh.”

Stelle turned around and cut the vegetables.

The reason why she didn’t continue was that she suddenly realized the things she was saying now were exactly the

same as what Clarence had said to her last night.

She sighed, but at the same time felt funny.

No wonder Sherry always said that she and Channing were obviously siblings. Their temperaments and

personalities were exactly the same.

Since that was the case, what's her ground to persuade Channing?

He knew very well what would happen when he proceeded to do all this and had already thought of what would

happen next, as well as how to wind it up.

…

After dinner, Channing and Winnie left together.

When they got downstairs, Winnie said, “Let me send you home.”

“No, it’s okay. My home is out of your way.”

Winnie was silent for a few seconds, “You said that it was on the way last time when you sent me home.”

Channing paused slightly, then said with his face unchanged, “The place last time was not that comfortable. I’ve

just moved yesterday.”

Winnie didn't know how to reply to that.

She looked at the time, “I’ve nothing to do anyway after I go back. I can send you even if it’s a detour.”

Channing slightly pursed his lips, “It’s okay. I live far away.”

“How far can it be? Do we need to cross cities?”

Channing said, “I’m not going home now. I still have something to do.”

The elevator stopped, and Winnie walked out, “I can send you as long as it’s in City N. Get in the car.”

Channing hesitated for a moment on the spot, and then only followed behind her.

In the car, the driver asked, “Where do you want to go?"

Winnie looked at Channing, who said, “Go to the Conrad Group.”

The car remained quiet along the way. The stereo was playing a few songs that Winnie would listen to usually.

After some time, Winnie suddenly asked, “What kind of girls do you like?”

Channing obviously didn’t expect her to ask this. He froze for a moment before saying, “What?”

“Last time I heard your sister say that you have a crush on someone. What is she like? Is she from your school?”

“No.”

“From the school nearby?”

“Nope.”

“Then…”

Channing interrupted her, “You don’t know her.”

Winnie smiled, “I’m just a little curious as to why you like her.”