CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Katherine couldn’t sleep. After tossing and turning in her room forever, she decided to go down, only to stop in her tracks when she reached the staircase.

Downstairs, Marshall was sitting on the sofa, across from whom sat Kyle.

Kyle was still in his “combat outfit” at the Bennett household, the gold chain on his neck still tasteless and tacky.

“Hey,” said Katherine, “what are you doing here? Are you here for me? Let’s see the gifts you brought over, shall we?”

Turning around, Kyle grinned at Katherine. “Gifts? But I didn’t get you one. I thought we could do without the formalities since we’re so tight.”

Katherine made a face immediately. “You don’t ever get a gift for the patient?”

“Well, I was too worried about your safety to be thorough,” laughed Kyle, “how about this, I’ll make it up to you the next time I come over.”

Marshall sat at the side with his legs crossed, watching the familiar banter between them, the corners of his mouth slowly curving into a smile.

So that was Kyle’s type. People had tried to work on Kyle when they wanted to curry favor with the Haverfords, but the guy was so erratic that it was impossible for them to figure out what he actually liked.

Katherine jumped down the stairs to sit next to Marshall. “Where were you guys talking about?”

Kyle got a lot more serious at that. “What do you think? Those Bennetts assholes, of course. They really got me livid today.”

Katherine perked up. “Yeah, I never got the chance to ask, but what exactly was with the Bennetts, and what did they bully Hector for?”

At the mention of Hector, Marshall couldn’t help but glanced down at Katherine’s finger.

And those small diamonds

Alexis right from the start. They’ve been trying to find a chance to pick a fight, and it just happens to be an off day today and everybody’s home, so it’s the perfect time. I think it started with them talking shit about Hex’s mom,

one punch. What a wasted opportunity! He should’ve hit

around, Marshall stared out of the window, his

the table and yelled at me last time I went to Bennet & Co. I would’ve beaten him senseless if I were strong

with anger as she spoke, and her cheeks were bulging. As such, she wasn’t

tusked and abruptly changed the subject. “I always thought someone had to be incredibly lucky to marry a good guy like Marshall. But the more I look at Kathy, the more I find Marshall to be the fortunate one. He’s one hell of a lucky bastard to be

to Marshall. Was Marshall a good guy? Probably so, since he never fooled around with anyone else even though he didn’t love her. But even if he was

her eyes off Marshall, Katherine smiled lightly. “Well,

sneered silently. It was his good fortune to marry her? Well,

present, the details of what they were talking about ought to be spared, so Kyle started talking

he was younger, having had a string of dalliances out of wedlock. Among them were Hector’s mother and Ariel Kingsey, but they were by no means the whole picture. Other women came and went without leaving behind a trace of their existence, but these two were memorable, one for giving birth to Hector, the other for marrying into the family. Hector’s mother, clearly not cut out for this, was eliminated from the competition halfway, while Ariel, the master schemer who eventually

did Grandpa Bennett say about the whole thing? Did he have Hector’s back? Hector wouldn’t

be the peacemaker, and he refused to take a stand today. I ended up chewing him out and pissed him off to no end, and I only

Katherine was equally exasperated. “Wait till the old fogey makes my acquaintance.

angry, she supplemented, “And the whole Bennett

watch Katherine, who was sitting cross-legged on

too! You would’ve wiped the floor with

at Kyle with a deep frown. “Is

courage out of nowhere, Katherine nodded surely. “I’m sure of my powers,

Kyle agreed with her. “You could test them out if

If

the idiot that he was, was completely oblivious to Marshall’s anger. Changing the subject, he said, “I’d wanted to play cards with you today. Well, there goes my plan. I’m feeling an emptiness