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Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

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Stop It, She’s Remarrying! By Stellar Strands Chapter 43

“Are you angry at me because I came over to look for you?” She scanned her surroundings worriedly. “I

thought I could come to see you with our relationship.”

“I’m not angry at you. Don’t think too much.”

“Okay.” Esme let out a smile before grabbing Conrad’s arm. “Conrad, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet and

I’m hungry. Can you ask Mrs. Taylor to prepare something for me? I remember that Mrs. Taylor can

cook very well, and I miss her cooking so much.”

Conrad hesitated for a moment.

Esme then said, “It’s fine if you don’t want to. I think I can hold my hunger for a bit more. Let’s go find a

cafe and have something there.”

Conrad recalled how Fia was vomiting early in the morning. She was much better after having her

breakfast

Back in the living room.

“Madam, I told Master Maxwell about his mother harassing you. Did he say anything to you about it?”

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Mrs. Taylor asked curiously.

Fia smiled at her and said, “There’s nothing to be said. That’s his mother. He wouldn’t start a fight with

her over me. Not to mention that we’re divorcing.”

Mrs. Taylor’s face paled when she saw the divorce papers on the coffee table.

“Your relationship has been quite steady for the past three years. Why are you two divorcing so

suddenly?” “That’s just for show.”

“Madam, is your vomiting because of an illness, or are you…” Before she could even finish, a gentle

voice

came.

“Long time no see, Mrs. Taylor.”

Mrs. Taylor frowned instinctively and tried her best to look at the approaching couple with calmness.

When she saw Conrad was the one pushing her in, she quickly walked over and said, “Let me do it,

Master Maxwell.”

“It’s fine, Mrs. Taylor. I’m here hoping that you can prepare breakfast for me,” Esme said with a gentle

voice and a big smile on her face.

Mrs. Taylor looked at the two and thought of how improper it was.

His wife was still here. How could Conrad take another woman in openly like that?

“Ah, have you forgotten about me, Mrs. Taylor? It’s me, Esme. I used to go to the family residence to

get some free lunch with Conrad in the past.”

Mrs. Taylor nodded awkwardly. “Of course, I remember you.”

How could she not remember? She abandoned her employer three years ago!

“I remember you too. You missed your cooking when I was overseas. You cook better than my mom.

“You’re speaking too highly of me, Ms. Manning. Mrs. Manning should never be compared with

someone like me.” Mrs. Taylor faked a smile. “Master Maxwell, I’m not feeling well. I don’t believe that I

can cook.

Since the madam had already eaten, she could simply make up an excuse to not cook anything for her.

“Oh, is that so? How unfortunate. But I’m starving. What should I do, Conrad? Do you have other

servants at home?”

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Mrs. Taylor quickly answered, “I’m the only servant around because only the master and madam are at

home usually.”

“I remember now!” Esme suddenly shouted out in glee when she saw Fia sitting there without a word.

“Fia, I remember you can make very good Bolognese spaghetti! I like it a lot. Can you make it for me?”

Fia looked at Esme in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Esme merely smiled at her with a seemingly innocent look on her face.

“Fia, don’t tell me you won’t even make some spaghetti for me? I’m your cousin. You ate a lot of good

food together with me and Conrad.”

Esme looked at Fia gloatingly since Conrad was standing right behind her.

Fia glared at Conrad and said, “What do you say?”

“It’s just spaghetti. It’s nothing that difficult.”

“Are you telling me to make spaghetti for her?” Fia felt very humiliated.

“It’s just spaghetti. I had it a few times and you make some good spaghetti.” Conrad’s tone was filled

with impatience.

“I’ll do it!” Mrs. Taylor quickly said. She knew that nothing good would come out of this Esme Manning!