Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

The reporters were hot on her heels, and it was as if the fear of being stuck with a microphone three years ago

asking her what she thought about Chassell was gripping her once again.

But unlike last time, there was a hand pulling her tightly.

It was as if she was being dragged upward from the abyss.

I don't know how long it took to finally get rid of those reporters.

Channing stopped, looked at Winnie's heels on her feet, and looked around, "Wait here for a minute."

He was just about to let go when Winnie subconsciously tightened her grip on his fingers.

Channing's eyebrows twitched slightly and his dark eyes gazed at her.

Winnie came back to her senses and immediately withdrew her hand, responding vaguely, "Okay."

Channing went into the women's shoe store not far away, came out in less than two minutes, and went into the

convenience store next door.

Winnie leaned against the wall, keeping her head down.

Soon, Channing appeared in front of her, took her to sit on a nearby bench, and was about to squat down to

change her shoes when Winnie said, "I'll do it myself."

She took the shoes from Channing's hand and bent over slightly.

Channing didn't say anything, just unwrapped the band-aid and handed it to her.

While Winnie was changing her shoes, the strap on her right wrist, which looked like a bracelet, loosened a bit,

revealing interlaced and mottled scars.

Channing's brow furrowed slightly.

The moment Winnie changed her shoes and raised her head, he quickly withdrew his gaze.

Winnie wore the flat shoes he bought and put the pair of high heels she just wore in the shoe box, "Thanks."

Channing collects the Band-Aid crap: "Why did Cooper show up with you."

"...... met him downstairs." Winnie hung her head, "I turned him down."

Channing said, "Your method doesn't work."

Winnie didn't say anything.

Channing got up and said, "Come on, let's get you home."

Winnie refused without thinking: "No, I'll just ask my assistant to pick me up."

Channing sat down again, looked ahead and spoke lightly, "Are you afraid I'll follow you home?"

Winnie: "......"

It's not because of that.

She held the phone, the call hadn't been dialed yet.

Winnie whispered, "Don't you have Miss Thomas, it's better to keep a little distance from me so she doesn't make

the mistake ......"

"Do you hardly think that I really just walked you home that night and didn't do anything." Channing gaze slowly look

at her, four two to speak, "sister."

Winnie now hears these two words, reflexively want to find a hole in the ground.

Her breathing thinned for a few moments as she tried to make one last sophomoric defense: "I said I don't

remember ......"

"Just because you don't remember doesn't mean you can pretend it didn't happen."

Winnie regrets a little that she shouldn't have come tonight.

How else could the topic be brought to this point.

She pursed her lips, "I'm drunk, and even if something happens it doesn't count."

Channing laughed, not sure if he was laughing at her, or at something.

After a while, Winnie said seriously again, "I think Miss Thomas is very suitable for you, both in age and appearance,

and family background, are compatible with you."

"So are you coming when I get married."

"Come on ...... come on."

"In what capacity, sister?"

Winnie choked again and opened her mouth but no sound came out.

Immediately after, Channing's voice rang out again, self-deprecatingly, "Family history, where do you think with my

birth, there is a match for her?"

Winnie frowned, thinking of Jeffrey, the father who had cast a lingering shadow over him.

She said, "You can't say that, Jeffrey is not related to you in any way, your father is now the one ......"

"So what, does that change the fact that I was raised in that kind of existence."

Winnie was silent: "Jeffrey is dead, you should move on. Even though he was once your father, but what he did has

nothing to do with you, you are separate individuals, you should not be affected by him."

Channing looked at her, "What about you, are you an independent individual."

Winnie sniffed, her hand unconsciously clenched, moved her lips, but could not say anything.

"I listened to all the things you advised me to do, so I went to England, but that didn't convince you yourself, did it."

Winnie panicked and looked away sideways, "No ...... not the same ......"

She stood up quickly, "I'll go first."

Walking to the curb, Winnie raised her hand to call a cab and bent over into it.

Channing looked at her back, raised his hand and pressed his brow, then followed with his high heels.

......

When she arrived home, Winnie closed the door and slowly squatted against the door panel, raising her hand to

wipe the tears that had accumulated on her face for some time.

Shortly after, her cell phone rang and it was Aimee calling.

Aimee said, "Are you okay?"

Winnie took a breath, "It's okay, I'm home."

Aimee said, "That's good that's good ...... No, I have a little question, that Mr. Steward, did he sign with JH Film

Company a few years ago, and did a variety show with you? The more I think about him, the more familiar I really

am."

"It's him."

Aimee slapped her leg: "I told you, but I remember, his name used to be Channing, right? How come he's Mr.

Steward again?"

Winnie hung her head, "His personal, private business."

"Oh oh, yes, I just asked casually, all right it's okay, I'm going to take a shower."

"Good."

After hanging up the phone, Winnie leaned against the wall with her head tilted, looking aimlessly into the endless

darkness.

After two minutes, her phone rang a few times again.

It was Mr. Bennett's assistant who sent her the script.

Winnie paddle screen slowly watching, the script is about a hard-working girl in the big city, and her boyfriend is

very loving, and is planning to get married and buy a house, but one day, she found an ugly scene of her boyfriend,

they proposed a breakup, but her boyfriend in turn, the use of the nude photos of her threatened her, and

threatened that if she dares to break up, let this photo spread all over the Internet.

But the girl did not give in and always insisted on defending her rights. After she called the police and the police

took her boyfriend away, the photos were still leaked by others and became the after-dinner talk of everyone, who

pointed out that the girl did not love herself.

The girl is also thus caught in a huge whirlwind of public opinion, no matter where she goes, others have been

talking to her with a strange gaze.

Even so, she never gave up on herself and fought bravely against all the injustice, looking for lawyers, looking for

police, looking for victims like her, looking for the vicious circle behind this series.

At the end of the day, her boyfriend and the series of people who put the photos out were all brought to justice and

cleared her name.

The girl finally couldn't hold back and broke down and cried outside the courtroom.

The law cleared her, but the world did not.

Winnie finished reading, leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

She replied to Aarav with a few words.

Mr. Bennett is right, since we can't let go of it by running away, we should face it bravely.