Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 1161

When Winnie woke up the next day, Channing was no longer there.

She moved her sore arms and legs and barely managed to get up.

Standing in front of the washbasin, Winnie took a handful of cold water and washed her face before she felt more awake.

After washing up, Winnie walked to the guest room door, leaned against it for a moment, picked up her phone, and did what she hadn't done last night.

When she had bought everything she needed, Winnie gathered her hair again, pinned it up on a shelf, and began to pack up her things in the guest room.

Channing's also had some clothes and household items over here, which she moved directly to the master bedroom with her.

When she was almost done packing, the doorbell rang outside.

Winnie rushed over to open the door and the staff outside said, "Hello, are you the one who wants to get rid of the used furniture?"

"Yes, a closet and a bed."

While the crew was dismantling and moving, Winnie received another call from the desk and chair delivery.

Throughout the afternoon, Winnie worked without stopping, finally making the guest room into a comfortable and bright study.

When it was done, Winnie carried the moonlight in and put it next to the desk, then clapped her hands and finished the job.

And at this time the sunset outside just shone in, the afterglow of the sunset filled the whole room, warm and romantic.

Just then, the doorbell rang again.

Winnie couldn't even remember what else she had bought as she trotted to the door.

However just a moment after opening the door, the smile on his face faded away.

Standing outside is a middle-aged woman dressed exquisitely and nobly, looking but in her early fifties.

She looked at Winnie and spoke nonchalantly, "Why, don't you recognize me."

Winnie withdrew her hand and was silent for a long time before she said, "Mom."

Halle Melton crossed over to her and walked in, surveying the surroundings, "You make all that money and this is the kind of house you live in?"

Winnie closed the door and walked behind her, "I like it here, it's better than the city and a lot cleaner."

Halle looked back at her, "You're a star and you like to be clean?"

Winnie didn't say anything, just poured her a glass of water.

Halle sat in the sofa and took the water cup and put it aside: "Why are you free to be at home today, I remember when I looked for you before, every time you were either on the set or at an event."

"Recently ...... has been preparing for a new movie and hasn't taken on any new work in the meantime."

"Did you not take a new job, or did you not work?"

Winnie was speechless for a moment.

Halle continued, speaking bluntly, "If it wasn't for this return, I wouldn't have known that something so big had happened to you, so why didn't you tell me."

Winnie hung her head and whispered, "You've long since settled abroad and have your own family, what am I telling you this for?"

Halle frowned: "Are you complaining about me now?Winnie, back when your father and I divorced, I gave you a choice, it was you who wanted to stay, and later I wouldn't let you be an entertainer, it was you who insisted on doing so, and now you ......"

"I don't mean to complain about you." Winnie said, "I'm living well on my own, and I'm living well without you, so you don't have to care about me."

"What are you talking about, you are my daughter, how come I can't care about you. Also, you say you're doing well, look at all those messy comments on the internet, where is it good?"

Winnie took a breath, "Mom, all that is behind us."

Halle's stern voice: "How do you call it the past, things happen, they happen, they never pass!"

Winnie's hand on her lap folded slightly and her mouth opened but no sound came out.

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Winnie pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Halle took a sip of water and seemed to be suppressing his anger.

A few moments later, she added, "Anyway, you're out of work now, so take care of your side of things and leave with me some time later."

Winnie thoughtlessly refused, "No."

"You ......"

"When you were determined to divorce my father to be with that man, I made it very clear to you that you had your choice and I had mine."

"You were only ten years old, what do you know. Your father and I don't have love anymore, and barely being together is a torture for both of us."

Winnie said, "I didn't intend to have this conversation with you, you're the one who had to come and accuse me of living the way I do now."

Halle said, "You are now more and more like your father, always a stick in the mud, I am doing it for your own good, do you think I want to see you being scolded like that by so many people, and your private life being discussed nakedly, look what you have become in the eyes of others now. They call you a slut, indiscreet and unashamed!"

Winnie sat there and looked up at her very calmly: "Is the reason for this trip today to put these words of abuse to my face, to my ears?"

"I am not ......"

"I have heard enough of these words, adding one more to yours will not cause any impact or harm to me."

Halle frowned and eased her tone, "Winnie, mom really is doing this for your own good, try a new environment and start over."

"I've started over, I want to let go of that and start my own life, and you're the one who told me that what happened is what happened, and it's never going to pass."

"How do you stay here and start over?"

Winnie did not want to argue with her unnecessarily and got up, "I want to rest alone, you go away."

Halle was silent for a moment and took out a card from her bag, "I'll be in the country for a while, so call me when you figure it out."

Winnie didn't say anything and walked her to the door.

Halle was just about to say something when his eyes fell under the pair of men's slippers under the shoe cabinet.

The look she gave Winnie instantly became meaningful: "Winnie, you ......"

Winnie didn't notice her subtle change, just waited for her to walk out and closed the door directly.

She didn't care, either, what Halle really wanted to ask.

After closing the door, Winnie leaned against the door panel and looked ahead with vacant eyes.

For almost twenty years, Halle had not returned to her country, and every time she called her, it was to interfere with her life events, and then to criticize without mercy how and where she had done wrong, and where and how she had been made to feel ashamed.

Winnie always felt that her return this time was not a good sign.

She exhaled, walked back into the living room, looked at the card Halle had left behind, crumpled it right into a ball, and threw it in the trash.

But even so, there was no stopping Halle from coming back to her.