CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Katherine smiled demurely, uncertain how to respond to that.

Grandma Grant changed the subject. “Alright then, let’s all get inside. The sun’s getting too bright since it’s almost noon.”

Katherine helped old Mrs. Walters as they made their way into the living room. Old Mrs. Walters, unaware of the history between Katherine and Marshall, inquired Katherine about the man she was currently seeing, and asked her to bring the guy over so that old Mrs. Walters could take a look and decide whether he would be the right guy for her.

Katherine smiled a little awkwardly. “He’s, um, kinda busy.”

Old Mrs. Walters patted on Katherine’s hand as she said, “You have to watch out when you find yourself a man, my dear, because a lifetime of happiness can be ruined if you choose the wrong person.”

That remark made Katherine change a look with Grandma Grant, who looked slightly uncomfortable. Katherine would count as one of the unfortunate women who found themselves the wrong men, wouldn’t she? Because otherwise, her marriage wouldn’t end up in flames.

The three of them talked for some more when old Mrs. Walters asked Katherine about her family.

After some hesitation, Katherine answered, “There’s no one left. It’s just me.”

Old Mrs. Walters was surprised. “Both of your parents are…”

“Yes,” Katherine nodded, “they passed because of accidents.”

Grandma Grant stared at Katherine, vaguely remembering old Mr. Grant, the family patriarch, once telling her that Katherine’s parents ran away. But why they ran, he couldn’t tell, either.

Katherine smiled faintly. “That’s okay. I’m okay on my own. I don’t have the pressure to feed an entire family, so that really takes the pressure off of me, you see.”

Old Mrs. Walters seemed to feel really bad for Katherine, so she took hold of Katherine’s hand and wouldn’t let go.

Finding the subject perilous, Grandma Grant pivoted to talk about some other topics that allowed them to gossip and joke around. The air turned lighter after that.

When the kitchen staff announced that lunch was ready, Grandma Grant stood up with the help of a maid and said, “Shall we? We can continue our conversation during lunch.”

Katherine helped old Mrs. Walters as the older lady stood up, but before they could move towards the dining table, Marshall made a sudden appearance.

Striding in, Marshall said with a serious expression on his face, “Hey Granny, do you see a document I left at…”

dead

was just like the adage of Murphy’s law that she should run into Marshall, the last person she wanted to see today. How

looked away, too. “We’re entertaining

Walters is here to

see a

the old lady, “and I put it in

made an acknowledging sound and headed upstairs. Before long,

ready,” said Grandma Grant, “so why don’t you

thanks, Granny. I’ve got stuff to do in the

no recognition of Katherine’s presence apart from the one glance he

an internal sigh of relief until Marshall was gone. That was for the

Grant, looking somewhat disappointed, hurried her

the man, but she hadn’t been able to avoid seeing him after all.

by the incident, and she kept being distracted as she answered

meal didn’t go exactly pleasantly for her, and completely unaware of what she’d eaten,

completely recovered from her illness, and looked a bit low-spirited. After a big meal, the old lady began to get drowsy. Hence, Grandma Grant ordered one of the maids to help her lady friend upstairs so that old Mrs. Walters could take a

“I have to bid

sighed. “We are growing

smiled tightly back. It was not like she had been too close to any of the Grants before

her goodbyes with the matriarch, Katherine walked

But when they drove out of the front gate

to Marshall, who also had his windows down, and was holding a cigarette

“Sir,” greeted the chauffeur.

seem to

she didn’t expect Marshall, who she thought had work to do and wouldn’t stay there too long, to do exactly just

“Miss Jordan, I think Sir is

didn’t she

exit the car. When she approached Marshall’s car, she found a lot of cigarette butts scattered around the vehicle. Marshall wasn’t exactly smoking; he simply lit up the

out of my

to face