CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Marshall’s arms around Katherine froze for a quick second.

Katherine wasn’t expecting Marshall to hold her, and Marshall wasn’t expecting her to kiss him. Again, they got even this time.

But Kyle began freaking out like an agitated monkey. “You can’t do this do me. You simply can’t. I mean, everyone already knows that you’re in love, you don’t have to flaunt it around like that. Break apart right now – this is an order!”

“Never,” smirked Katherine, cuddling deeper into Marshall’s embrace.

Holding her, Marshall heaved a silent sigh after a while. Why was it that it didn’t feel right no matter what he did in front of Katherine?

Angered, Kyle was sitting on the sofa with his back turned against them.

Katherine turned to smilingly look at Marshall, just as Marshall looked down and caught her gaze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they began having that weird feeling again.

Kyle stayed with them right into the night and refused to leave at dinner time. Sprawling out on the sofa, he said, “I want to taste the food you make, Kathy. You look like the kind of woman that’s insanely good at cooking, and I’d die for the opportunity – the honor, if you will – of getting a bite of your dishes…”

He’d made the same request a couple of times.

Defeated, Katherine motioned him to stop. “Stop yelling. And yes, I will cook, but mostly because the hubby and I do need to have dinner. You’re simply a free rider.”

Sitting up from the sofa, Kyle was instantly happy. “That’s fine. I just wanted a taste of your cuisines. What are you making? Shall I invite Hector over, too? He’s all by himself at the Bennett house; I wonder if he’s getting food at all tonight.”

Sitting at Kyle’s side with a PC on his laps, Marshall stared at the data on the computer screen for a good while before he resumed tapping on the keyboard.

Getting off the sofa carefully, Katherine didn’t take Kyle seriously. “You might as well ask him to come since you’re already here. But let me be clear, you are not playing poker in my house.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” replied Kyle, chortling, “I just happen to be off my game tonight. I’ll beat all three of you when I’m all prepped up.”

the kitchen. With plenty of stuff in

Kyle reclined into the sofa and glanced at Marshall with smile in his eyes. “You made the right choice. Kathy looks much better indeed than Clara would as

long, mind you,” Marshall said without looking

on his stomach, his voice gentle as he watched Katherine, “but I’ve met plenty of people at the club, and I fancy myself as a pretty good judge of character. Kathy is a good girl. Someone you

There were no shortage of good girls in the world, and he couldn’t go around appreciating every single one of them. Katherine was perhaps indeed a “good girl” as

the kitchen, leaving Marshall

have a female sibling or friend you can introduce me to, Kathy? I’m only asking that they’re like

did, I shouldn’t lead them to the chopping block, should

that what you think of me? Do you know that there are a swarm of girls throwing themselves

think those girls would still

Kyle wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what it was that those women liked in him. He knew that he was detested and scorned upon for his overbearing ways, and that he could continue his reckless behaviors

Kyle soon started stomping around. “Marshall, get in here! How do you usually keep the wife in order? Don’t you have house rules around here? Come fix her

he was, Marshall broke into a smile. “Who was it again who was singing her

the air. “I don’t care. Come discipline her for

chest, shouting, “My

the kitchen, where Katherine, in her apron, was

looked at Katherine. “Do

modesty, Katherine pushed over a basket of vegetables.

in agreement and went to

door stopped dead in his tracks to stare at Marshall. “Sir, might I ask what you’re doing here? Are you here to help

of veggies, Marshall said coolly, “Come

well then,” Kyle answered briskly, his

too. Their gazes met in the middle before they both looked inexplicably awkward

looked away first. She blinked with her back against Marshall. This damn guy and his unbelievably gentle smile. How

on rinsing his vegetables, the corners of his mouth curving upwards after a