CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

With his name having been called, Marshall couldn’t pretend they didn’t exist, so he walked over to help support the body of Mr. Henderson. “Had too much to drink, huh?”

Clara didn’t do the polite dance with him before putting Mr. Henderson in his charge. “They are too good,” she said, slightly out of breath, “and I can’t really drink, so Dad did the drinking for me for the second half of the dinner.”

The elevator door opened and the four of them walked in together.

Mr. Grant remained quiet throughout the elevator ride. He started to develop ill feelings for the Hendersons when they took advantage of Marshall’s divorce to make a PR mess. And now, he was even more disinclined to talk to the Henderson father and daughter since he was feeling queasy from the alcohol.

Clara, too, kept silent ever since she got into the elevator. She leaned back on one of the walls of the elevator carriage and looked absolutely miserable, too.

When they reached the ground floor, Marshall was still responsible for helping Mr. Henderson out of the elevator.

Their respective cars were waiting in front of the restaurant, so Mr. Grant got into his car, and Marshall helped Mr. Henderson into his own.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Henderson had no sooner settled in than he puked all over the car.

Clara froze before she rushed over. “Are you alright, Dad?”

Having emptied his stomach, Mr. Henderson felt better. He was able to stand upright when he got out of the car, and he waved a hand at Marshall. “Don’t mind me. You guys go ahead. I’ll get my car washed.”

“Well then,” Marshall suggested, “you can take my car. Let me get you two home when your chauffeur gets someone to wash the car.”

But Mr. Henderson was adamant as he shook his head. “No. I shall see to the car-washing myself.”

Clara turned to look at Marshall. “This car is a treasured gift from Mom. It’s been decades but Dad refuses to retire it. He also gets it thoroughly maintained regularly.”

Marshall had heard the same story before. Mr. Henderson’s car had long been out of fashion, but it was the only car he’d use when he needed to go out. Thus, Marshall nodded as he commented, “Mr. and Mrs. Henderson enjoy a wonderfully adoring relationship indeed.”

Mr. Henderson laughed before he said to Clara, “Why don’t you take the car of our young gentleman Marshall and head on home then? I’m feeling much better now, and I shall return home once the car gets cleaned.” And he looked much better indeed.

Clara then turned her inquisitive gaze to Marshall, who understandably had no choice but to agree. “Okay.”

reasoned, Mr. Henderson should be fine and nothing bad

Marshall had arrived in the restaurant in their separate cars. Since Mr. Grant was not yet gone, he spoke as Marshall was about to usher Clara into the latter man’s car. “You know what, Clara, let me get you home. Marshall had a lot more to drink than I did, so he should really get home and rest

replying, “No, sir,

all! I welcome the opportunity to ride the car with the window down and feel the wind blow past my face. Perfect way to sober

then. You had quite a lot to drink just

a short while and suddenly looked as if he

that you take my father’s car. I

choice but to accept her fate as she nodded with a smile. “Well then, thank you

towards Mr. Grant’s car, opened the

own car and asked the chauffeur to pull away. But he kept catching glimpses of Mr. Grant’s vehicle

spoke to Marshall, the older gentleman looked as if he was trying to give the

had been

until Mr. Grant’s car had finally disappeared from his view. He, too, had had too much to drink, and his brain seemed not to be working as

when the car had pulled into the Grant residence, only realizing his whereabouts when the chauffeur woke him

a good while before he felt slightly more sober. He slowly made his way to the main hall of the residence and ordered the kitchen

beverage had barely been served and cooled down before Mr.

better condition than

Grant was already asleep, Mr. Grant spoke with a low volume. “Get

almost asleep

reminded him, “was that you almost got set

Thus, Marshall’s frown deepened.

Grant laughed with resignation. “Think about it after you’ve sobered up. That was such an obvious setup that you must be really drunk not to be able

Marshall was drunk indeed. It probably was related to his mood, too. He had been required to consume excessive alcohol before, but he’d never been

before he headed upstairs. He squinted as he made his way from the hallway to his room, and pushed the door

to turn on the lights. Under the moonlight, he went straight for bed, kicked off his shoes,

to cover his body, he murmured in his intoxicated

on her plate in terms of opening preparations, and

things on her hands, she heard the phone ring. It was Hector, so