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.”

should be fine and nothing bad would

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

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

ride the car with the window down and feel the wind blow

Grant didn’t wait for Clara’s 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

while and

good idea that you take my father’s car.

as she nodded with a smile. “Well then,

Grant’s car, opened the door, and got

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

older gentleman looked as if he

Marshall had

had too much to drink, and

even know when the car had pulled into the Grant residence, only realizing his

it for a good while before he felt 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

in a better condition than Marshall. He went

already asleep, Mr. Grant spoke with

the sofa, looked almost asleep when he heard

tonight,” Mr. Grant reminded him, “was

Thus, Marshall’s frown deepened.

That was such an obvious setup that you must be really drunk not to

drunk indeed. It probably was related to his mood, too. He had been

detox beverage before he headed upstairs. He squinted as he made his way

on the lights. Under the moonlight, he went straight for bed, kicked off his shoes, and fished out his

body, he murmured

of course. Katherine was in her home office sorting out some data. She had a lot on her plate in

her hands, she heard the phone