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.”

present, Marshall reasoned, Mr. Henderson should be

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

embarrassed, Clara froze before replying, “No, sir,

car with the window down and feel the wind

polite 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

and suddenly looked as if he was comprehending

to Clara. “It’s a good idea that you take my father’s car. I probably

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

then she walked towards Mr. Grant’s

pull away. But he

looked as if he was trying

Marshall had been negligent

had 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

had pulled into the Grant residence, only realizing his

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

beverage had barely been served and cooled down before

Mr. Grant appeared to be in a better condition than Marshall. He went straight for the sofa

Grandma Grant was already asleep, Mr. Grant spoke

leaning against the back of the sofa, looked almost asleep when he heard his father. “Huh?” he replied with

tonight,” Mr. Grant reminded him, “was that you almost got set

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

too. He had been required to consume excessive alcohol before, but he’d

headed upstairs. He squinted as he made his way from

that something was off with the room, but he didn’t bother to turn on the lights. Under the moonlight, he went straight for bed, kicked off his shoes, and fished out his phone from the pocket and put it

his body, he murmured in his

had a lot on her plate in terms of opening preparations, and since it was just her and Margaret, they each had numerous tasks on their

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