CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

When he received the call, Marshall was still in his office. He had amassed a long to-do list since he hadn’t been paying much attention at work for the past few days. In addition, he hung around in the office because he didn’t really feel like going home, not having much to do there.

Marshall was surprised to receive a call from his uncle Carson, because it was distinctly uncharacteristic of Carson to call him.

Relationship between the Khalid branch and the Carson branch of the Grant family became somewhat strained back in the days when old Mr. Grant, Marshall’s grandfather, looked for a groom for Katherine. The tension had ebbed after Carson’s birthday party, but the relationship between the two branches grew complicated once more after Marshall and Katherine’s divorce.

Marshall stared at his phone for some time before he picked up. “Uncle.”

“Hey,” said Carson, “Where are you right now? Are you busy?”

Marshall replied truthfully that he was in the office and not busy currently.

Sighing, Carson told Marshall the address of the bar before saying that he had run into Katherine there, alone and drunk.

Marshall instantly stood up from his chair. “Did you say she’s drunk and alone? Are you sure she’s not with anyone?”

Carson looked around with his phone in his hand. There were truly no familiar faces to be found.

“I’m pretty sure she’s out here by herself. Look, I have to get back to my own thing so I can’t take care of her. Do you want to come over?”

Marshall said yes without even thinking about it. “Ask the waiters to take her to a break room. I’ll be there in a second.” And then he rushed out the door with the car key in his hand, neglecting to take an overcoat.

He didn’t run into a single red light as he drove from the company building to the bar. When he arrived, a waiter was already waiting for him at the door, informing him that Katherine was quite difficult to handle and that they were all so glad that Marshall made it.

A drunk-crazy Katherine had been acting up in the bar, so the waiters didn’t keep her in the business area where the guests were. Instead, they took her to the employee breakroom in the far back of the bar.

When Marshall went over, Katherine was asking some guy for more alcohol and throwing a tantrum when he denied her, stomping around and yelling. The employees, not daring to offend a valued customer, were trying to coddle her feelings like baby.

Marshall walked to her and grabbed her hand. “Who is here with you?” he asked.

Katherine watched him for quite some time before replying, “Who are you?”

Marshall rolled his eyes resignedly as he bent down to lift Katherine up. He then proceeded to walk out with her in his arms.

With her entire body in the air, Katherine was reasonably meek. Looping an arm around Marshall’s neck, she said, “Be careful not to drop me, man.”

walked out of the bar and sat Katherine down in his car. As soon as she settled into

“Did you come here

come to a place like this and get royally drunk – the

dozed off, hence unable to answer his

before looking back at Katherine. So he put the phone away, walked

phone with her. How

to Katherine’s place and carried her to the

gagging sound in his arms. Hence, with hurried footsteps, Marshall carried Katherine into the bathroom

soon as Katherine’s feet touched the

eyes. Katherine puked directly

Icky, icky, icky.

took several deep breaths, while his hands remained on Katherine’s back,

she turned around and proceeded to vomit into

threw them in the trash can. With his pants

her stomach, she rose slowly and

the toilet, and went directly to

water coming down the shower head.

he kept his eyes decidedly away from

her as well. After only a second of hesitation, she

What a familiar sight.

Asela, Katherine was

happened on Asela Island, but with this insanely familiar scene, he simply

sex had been stimulating but also exhausting for him

around to face away from Katherine

hand, stood under the water stream and cleaned herself up carefully before

not daring to move at

wasn’t doing anything sensual to him. She was simply holding him in her arms and touching her cheek on his back. But a movement like this was stimulation enough for

the string of reason snapping in

that could be explained away by innocent motives, but when he was taking a

him in place for a while, Katherine said,

“I thought you didn’t know who

didn’t follow up on that topic. Instead, she said, “How can you