CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Hector was lying flat on his stomach, the same position Katherine was in. There was a significant distance between the two of them, and Hector was wearing his own clothes.

Katherine blinked briefly before using all her might to repress her startled shrieks. She rapidly sat up on the bed and took a good look at herself.

Of course, she and Hector were people with good manners. It was apparent that nothing had happened between the two of them. Still, Katherine felt her stomach twist with worry and a tiny pinch of uneasiness.

Katherine stood up next to the bed and stared at Hector for quite some time. She felt the need to wake him up and reason with him, but in reality, she had no idea what she would say if she did.

Katherine debated with herself for a good while before she finally went to a guestroom to complete her toilette routine.

The one Katherine went into was Marshall’s old room, and some of Marshall’s belongings were still there. When Katherine entered, she inspected on those items and tossed everything into the trash bin.

It didn’t make sense to keep his things when the owner himself was no longer staying there.

Katherine intentionally stalled as she brushed her teeth and washed her face. After she was done, she strolled sluggishly back to her own room.

As she stood in front of her door, she was uncertain as to whether she should get in and wake Hector up. It would be weird if she didn’t do it, since that meant Hector would continue to sleep on her bed. But if she did, she hadn’t the faintest idea how to face Hector and rationally talk through this. Whatever she chose to do, it would be an extremely awkward situation.

The door to her room was open. When she dawdled over to the room to glimpse on her bed, she found it empty.

Katherine blinked in surprise. Did he leave? That was unlikely, since Hector would have the basic decency to notify her if he wanted to leave. So she tentatively called Hector’s name.

“Here!” came his voice from the ground floor.

Katherine thus made her way towards the staircase.

Hector was indeed downstairs, except he wasn’t alone.

Standing at the upper end of the staircase, Katherine froze before her brows slowly creased into a frown.

Downstairs, Marshall looked livid as he looked up at her.

Katherine knew that Marshall probably misread the situation. Everybody would! So she opened her mouth to speak, but the words came out wrong. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?”

tone was icy cold, just like his

Katherine. “You should get changed now. We are going to have a lot to do at the store, so we might as well have

pursed her lips

what, Katherine? You exceed my expectations. That

about how she liked Hector but hadn’t confessed her feelings yet, and now they appeared to

“So

glared at Katherine without looking

added, “What do you want this time? Did you forget something here, or are you making another delivery for me? Whatever it is, I want you to sort it out once and for all and don’t ever show up

that Hector barely had time to react. Katherine did instinctively try to react, but

of Katherine’s shoulders and pushed her against the wall with force. “Do I look like

too, and rushed over. “What

hard and it hurt Katherine’s shoulder. And her back hurt, too, from being pushed forcefully against the wall. Weirdly, she felt

you doing this again? Do

pause, abruptly let go of Katherine before he turned around to aim a punch in

the punch landed squarely in his face

in a talent show, and an injured face would seriously hold him back in

“Marshall Grant,

Hector and inspected his

as he remarked, “Wow, you really care

that you should know you’re only my ex-husband. We’re divorced. It’s

started to look a little manic.

time. She opened her eyes wide as she

truly froze at that question, and his almost thunderous expression shut down for a second. After a long time, Marshall asked with a

face. “Leave, please. I don’t want to see your face right

and I want you to answer me honestly.” Pointing a finger at

so angry that she laughed out loud. “Why do you even bother to

even more impossibly manic. “My

sporting an extremely serious expression – a wholly different look from his usual image of a gracefully-mannered gentleman. Looking at Marshall, he said, “Mr. Grant, I’m afraid you’ve

her hair, looking worried about her. “Don’t be scared. Get changed now and we’ll grab breakfast