Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Winnie looked away from him and stared at the clothes, “The T-shirt is wet. But the last time I touched it was still…”

Before she finished, she saw some water stains on the cloth.

Winnie fetched the cloth and murmured, “What have you done to it?”

Channing answered in a low voice, “I have no idea.”

In the past Winnie would let him put it on. He was a young man after all.

But this time he caught a cold, and it had been cold recently.

She put the cloth on her arm and said to Channing, “You just sit there. I will dry it with a blower.”

Channing nodded.

Winnie walked towards the bathroom. But before she entered it, she stopped and strode to the bedroom quietly.

With a thin blanket she came out and handed it to him, “Take it on.”

Channing took it and was about to put it aside. But as Winnie was staring at him, he unfolded blanket and put it on

his shoulder silently.

But there was still nothing to cover his front.

Winnie got closer and pulled the corners of the blanket to make it fit him tightly before she said contently, “Great.

Now you sit here until I come out.”

Channing looked at her, “Any rewards?”

Winnie was made confused by his words. Looking at his black eyes she was seized by a sense of tranquility mixed

with her desire and passion.

After a while she realized what he was implying. The she got a little bit flushed and said, “I will have the cloth dried

for you. That’s the reward!”

Then she entered the bathroom quickly and turned on the blower.

There were only a few water stains on the cloth and the cloth was not as wet as the hoodie she wore last night.

A few minutes later the cloth had gotten quite warm.

Winnie unfolded the cloth and touched it with her face. Only after she was sure it was completely dry did she

handed it out to Channing, “You put it on first. I will wash the one you took off.”

After putting the wet cloth into the washing machine, Winnie stood up and clapped her hands. Now he didn’t need

to worry about that.

Wait…

Why did she wash the clothes for him, and now he had one more cloth left here?

Winnie stood in the laundry for a few seconds and she got a bit headache.

Well, at least it would be better than a naked boy standing before her.

When she got back to the living room, Channing had put on his cloth and was sitting there watching the television.

Winnie couldn’t help fixing her eyes on the screen, on which the show was still going on.

She rushed to turn the TV off.

But she was tripped by the carpet and fell onto his legs.

Winnie was stunned for a few seconds before she turned back to accidently met Channing's eyes, which were

extremely enchanting.

Channing raised his eyebrows. Maybe he wanted to ask what she was doing.

Winnie laughed awkwardly and promptly grabbed the remote controller to turn the TV off. But when she was about

to rise from his body, she felt a hand was placed on her waist.

Channing looked beyond the window. He seemed really focused.

Then he murmured hoarsely, “Don’t move.”

Winnie was stunned.

Young boy and his pent-up libido.

She didn’t dare to move and chose to lay on his legs motionlessly. Then she felt her body numb.

After a while, Winnie finally whispered, “Haven’t you finished?”

Channing looked at her affectionately and mumbled, “You’ve known it last night, haven’t you?”

Winnie buried her head in the pillow and remained silent.

After quite a while, Channing held her wrist in hand and lifted her up.

Winnie combed her disheveled hair with her hand and coughed, “Have you taken the medicine?”

“Not yet.”

Winnie stood up, “Then I will boil water for you. You should go to bed after taking the medicine. You will get better

when you get up tomorrow morning. And you can attend your class by then.”

In the kitchen, Winnie touched her flushed cheeks. She felt even her breath was hot.

She was in fact a few years older than Channing. But seemingly he was the more sophisticated lover.

Should she be more experienced in romantic relationships, she could not resist his magic.

After the water was boiled, Winnie waited until it was cooled a bit and gave a cup of water to Winnie.

Winnie sat on the sofa beside him and took a look at the clock. It was almost ten o’clock.

As he had taken the medicine and put down the cup. She said tentatively, “I drive you home or you get a cab?”

Channing remained quite calm and threw the package of the medicine into the dustbin, “Up to you.”

Winnie stood up instantly, “Then let’s go.”

Channing stopped her, “I mean I will leave tomorrow morning.”

Before she could utter a word Winnie felt her arm was pulled by him and she consequently fell on Channing’s legs.

Her eyes wide open, Winnie murmured, “You …”

Channing hugged her by her waist and fixed his deep-black eyes on her half-opened lips, saying, “Is that okay?”

What did he mean by “is that okay?”

The corner of her lips moved and before she was able to say anything, he lowered his head to give her a kiss.

Her hand on his shoulder couldn’t help but clenching. Gradually, she embraced Channing by his neck.

After a while, Channing put her on the sofa. But he only kissed her from her lips to her neck, with one hand on her

back and another on her waist. He did not do anything further.

Winnie breathed heavily. Hearing the sound of rain outside, she whispered to him, “The rain gets more heavily

outside.”

Channing nodded and said after halting for a second, “According the weather report, tomorrow will be sunny.”

Winnie was a little surprised, “Really?”

She thought the rain would last for days.

“Perhaps.”

Hesitating for a second, Winnie finally asked, “Have they say anything to you at dinner?”

“They did.” Replied Channing.

“Then how do you think of it?”

“I have no idea,” Channing said slowly, “It might be my fault. But I could not persuade me to accept a stranger as

my father.”

Winnie shook her head, “You’re wrong. Stella doesn’t mean that. She just wants you to accept him. After all, apart

from her, William is the only family of you.”

Channing said, “the word ‘father’ has been a negative one for me since I was a child.”

That’s why Clarence would say those words to him.

Jeffrey, or anyone else, had failed to give him a sense of family.

So, he had never needed a father and he wouldn’t need a father in future.

Winnie stoked his back gently and whispered to him, “You can insist on what you think. But you don’t have to refuse

to accept others’ kindness. Doubtlessly a family can give you warmth and a sense of belonging.”