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…”

and spotted Katherine, Marshall stopped dead in his tracks, and his serious expression turned icy

was just like the adage of Murphy’s law that she

away, too. “We’re entertaining

boy,” said Grandma Grant, “Granny Walters is here to have lunch with

nodded. “Do you see a document I

lady, “and I put it in your

Before long, he came back down with a

Grandma Grant,

Granny. I’ve got stuff to do

greeted old Mrs. Walters goodbye. But he made no recognition of Katherine’s presence apart

sigh of relief until Marshall was gone. That was

hurried her guests to

to avoid the man, but she hadn’t been able to avoid seeing him after all. But luckily, it had been a brief encounter and

and she kept being distracted as

for her, and completely unaware of what she’d

looked a bit low-spirited. After a big meal, the old lady began to get drowsy.

bid you farewell, ma’am. I’ve got a lot of work at the

Katherine and sighed. “We are growing apart after all, you and us

back. It was not like she had

saying her goodbyes with the matriarch, Katherine walked towards

take her back to her place. But when they drove out of the front gate of the Grant residence, they didn’t go far before getting stumped by a parked car in

belonged to Marshall, who also had his windows down, and was holding a cigarette in his hand. Marshall wasn’t looking in Katherine’s

“Sir,” greeted the chauffeur.

didn’t seem

to do exactly

chauffeur turned around. “Miss Jordan, I think Sir

she know

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

of my

around to face her. “What