Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 796: They Like Me

Channing took a cab from Stella's to Winnie's. "Hey Chan, haven't seen you around lately, did you fight
with your girlfriend?" The security guard said as soon as he saw him at the building entrance.

Channing came to a halt and smiled, "No, I've been quite busy lately."

"I see, go ahead and have some fun with her."

Channing walked away with a slight nod.

Winnie was putting on a face mask, doing yoga, and talking on the phone with her friend all at the
same time in her house.

"Do you know the boy? Can you give me his contact information?" Her friend inquired.

"Which boy?" Winnie was perplexed.

"The one who shot a commercial with you, he topped the trending list today, haven't you seen it?"

She hadn't noticed it as she was busy reading the script for her upcoming project. She was only on
social media to share the post from Stary Sky Studio.

Furthermore, she couldn't care less about those remarks. So, after finishing the script, she rested a
while and began exercising without looking at her phone.

Her friend sneered, "How could you have missed such a trend? Anyway, that boy is hot; are you even
remotely interested in him?"

"What are you talking about? You said he's a boy, right? So what can I do?" She said this while sitting
on the yoga mat, panting slightly.

"I just heard some hesitance in your tone."



"You've heard it wrong! I'm working on my breathing!" Winnie objected, saying, "I'm going to hang up
now, there are still moves I haven't finished," and then she hung up.

Winnie couldn't concentrate on her workout even without her friend. She sat up straight and paused
before logging into her social media account.

Winnie and Channing remained at the top of the search lists. The comments ranged from one extreme
to the other, with one side shipping them and the other side debating.

There were also some derogatory remarks. Winnie, as usual, avoided the snide remarks and sighed
after a while of browsing, recalling what Channing told her the other day at the stairwells.

Winnie sat motionless on the yoga mat for a few moments before the doorbell rang.

She gradually brought herself back to reality, thinking it had to be someone from maintenance because
she had requested plumbing service earlier.

She went to open the door while wearing a facial mask so no one would recognize her. But she was
taken aback when she saw who was standing at her door.

Anyone would be shocked if the person one had been thinking about appeared right in front of them.

Channing cocked his head, seemingly pondering over her outfit and the facial mask she wore.

"How did you end up here?" Winnie stumbled.

"Some fans found out where I stay," Channing said, pressing his lips together and looking away.

Winnie froze for a few seconds, but she didn't doubt his words because she had been in a similar
situation before and had moved a few times as a result. Everything improved after she moved in here.

"Did you go to your sister?" Winnie questioned.



"I did, but Clarence kicked me out."

Winnie was at a loss for words because she knew Clarence could do that.

"Come in first," she said, taking a step back.

Winnie noticed some fine powder falling off as she walked and discovered some on her shirt as well.

She checked the ceiling, it was fine, and when she took a closer look, she dashed to the restroom,
realizing it was green in color.

It was, indeed, the facial mud... It had cracked and dried!

She nearly died out of embarrassment as a result of this. That was why Channing stared at her just
now; he must have thought that she looked like the fish head meme on the net.

Winnie felt dizzy just thinking about it all. She washed away the mud, changed into an elegant long
gown, and applied peach lipstick.

She took a few good looks in the mirror and was pleased with how mature she appeared.

When Winnie returned to the living room, Channing was quietly reading a book. Seeing this made her
wonder if she had overthought things, and she blamed her immaturity for it.

She sighed and sat across from Channing. "Have you informed the company that you've come across
some crazy fans?"

"No," Channing said as he raised his head hearing her voice.

"How come you haven't?" Winnie didn't understand.



"There's no need for that; I'll look for a new place tomorrow," Channing explained.

Winnie understood Channing; he was an independent man who didn't want to seek help from the
company in exchange for some kind of term that would cost his freedom.

But… Wait... tomorrow? Winnie coughed, "What are your plans for tonight? Hotel?"

Channing's attention was drawn back to the book. "I forgot my ID at home; I'll notify security later; they
like me," he said casually.

Winnie understood what he was implying, "I'm not trying to kick you out; you're welcome to stay the
night, but... My house has a plumbing problem, which may be inconvenient for you." Winnie explained
as she secretly clapped for herself for coming up with such an excellent excuse in such a short period
of time.

In any case, it wasn't entirely an excuse. Channing raised his head again and met Winnie's bright eyes;
she wasn't nervous because she wasn't lying.

"Where is it that needs to be fixed?" Channing asked, setting down the book.

"Restroom."

Channing walked over to the restroom but came to a halt at the door. "Would you mind if I go in?" He
inquired, his gaze fixed on Winnie.

"All right," Winnie said after a brief pause. Because the restroom was pretty private, Channing only
went in after getting permission from her.

"Maintenance said they'd send someone later, so I'm guessing they'll be here soon, you..."

Behind him, Winnie said.



"Have you got any tools?" Channing abruptly cut her off.


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