CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

After the commotion, Katherine went to the store, intending to get some preparations done with Margaret for the opening day. However, she found herself completely unable to concentrate on work, because the gloomy-looking face that Marshall had kept popping up in the back of her head.

The corner of Hector’s mouth had some scrapes which quickly turned into bruises, and Katherine felt bad. The talent show was starting soon, and she didn’t want to be burdened with the guilt that Hector’s potential big break in the entertainment industry would be ruined because of her. So, she decided to take him to the hospital to see a doctor.

The doctor, as it happened, was the same one that had treated Katherine’s leg wounds some weeks ago. He smiled at the sight of her. “Hi there, Katherine.”

Katherine was startled. “Pardon me, sir, but how do you know me?”

“Well, I did bandage you up when you got injured in the leg,” answered Dr. Hollis, who was a good friend of Mr. Grant’s.

“Ooooh, that’s right!” exclaimed Katherine, “I thought you looked familiar.”

“A friend of yours?” asked Dr. Hollis, looking at Hector.

“Yes,” said Katherine with a nod, “he got injured so I thought I’d get him checked up for medication or ointments. He’s got an audition in a couple of days.”

Dr. Hollis smiled warmly. “Come here then, son, and let me have a look. Did you get into a fight? Whew, that looks like a pretty heavy blow to me. Got the corner of your mouth torn.”

Katherine pursed her lips, not knowing what to say in that situation.

But the doctor didn’t further pursue that topic as he proceeded to prescribe the right medication for Hector. As he worked on his computer, he said, “I heard you went to old Mrs. Walters’ birthday party.”

Before Katherine could react, Dr. Hollis continued, “And that you drew a lucky lot for her.”

So, Katherine mused, did that mean that she was famous again – and so soon?

Dr. Hollis finished his prescription and looked up at her. “I ran into Marshall yesterday and you came up in our conversation. He sounded proud when he talked about you.”

At the mention of Marshall’s name, Katherine felt her good mood going down the drain.

Unaware of the drama that happened in the morning, Dr. Hollis went on to say, “I’ve never seen that expression on his face when he talked about anyone else before, you know.”

What was the doctor trying to imply? Didn’t he read the gossip column of any newspaper? Shouldn’t

card and prescription. “Alright now, go get your meds and remember to apply them on time. Don’t eat anything spicy or that might irritate

turned to

down, felt even worse after she conversed with him. But exactly

out of the hospital, they went to see Kyle

and, instantly livid, he jumped into the air and was about to go

said Katherine calmly as she remained seated on the

surprised. “Mar…what? He, that can’t be…Marshall, did you say?” And then he turned his stare to Hector.

hard to explain, and

a brief pause, he changed the subject and asked Kyle what happened to Patrick and

began to recount, received some severe talking-to from her mother after

droned on, but neither Katherine nor Hector was listening. Katherine shot a glance in Hector’s

embarrassed to finish her sentence, but she didn’t have to because

at all last night when he drank. He had absolutely zero intention to sleep in Katherine’s room.

he had only taken off his jacket last night. Katherine was also thankfully absent when he opened his eyes, saving them both the embarrassment of having to face each other

hand through her hair, thought of

to her place in the morning, which could only mean that she had forgotten to lock the door the night before. So, she should consider herself lucky that Marshall didn’t go upstairs

a sigh. “Let’s treat this incident as water over the

and stared at Katherine for a good couple of seconds before he nodded

soon afterwards, Katherine excused herself for feeling ill and said she

the hangover, which was giving

unaware of her internal turmoil.

Katherine, waving her hand,

stood up and walked out without

in her living room and looked around before she helplessly wailed. Why was it that she

It was like a full-on cold war between them, except this time, this cold war could be more broadly interpreted. Because without the binding responsibilities of marriage, a cold war between an

peaceful days before she received a call from Grandma Grant when

Grant sounded hospitable on the phone – more hospitable, in fact, than the old lady had ever been – as she