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.”

Marshall reasoned, Mr. Henderson should be fine and nothing bad would

and 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

Clara froze before replying, “No, sir, I shall not

with the window down and feel the wind blow past

refusals before he spoke directly to Marshall. “Go on home, then. You had quite a lot to drink just now, so don’t forget to ask the kitchen staff to make you some liver-detox juice when you get back. Make

for a short while and suddenly looked as if

idea that you take my

she nodded with a smile. “Well then, thank you both so

then she walked towards Mr. Grant’s

into his own car and asked the chauffeur to pull away. But he kept catching glimpses of Mr.

the older gentleman looked as if he was trying to give the

Marshall had been

finally disappeared from his view. He, too, had had too much to drink, and his brain seemed not to be working as he closed his eyes and reclined

pulled into the Grant residence, only realizing his

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

and cooled down

in a better condition than Marshall. He went straight for

Grandma Grant was already asleep, Mr. Grant spoke with a

the sofa, looked almost asleep when he heard his father. “Huh?” he

him, “was that you almost

Thus, Marshall’s frown deepened.

after you’ve sobered up. That was such an obvious setup that you must be really drunk not to be able

his mood, too. He had been required to consume excessive alcohol before,

He squinted as he made his way from the hallway to his room, and pushed the door open

but he didn’t bother to turn on the lights. Under the moonlight, he went straight for bed, kicked off

he murmured in his intoxicated state, “Kathy,

herself didn’t know any of this, of course. Katherine was in her home office sorting out some data. She had a lot on her plate in terms of opening preparations, and since

Katherine had finished sorting out the data and things on her hands, she heard the phone ring. It was Hector, so