CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Marshall was not pretending to be dopey and drowsy. At present, he was indeed as drunk as a lord.

Although he had heard Katherine's voice, he raised his arms, and embraced Katherine even tighter, "Stopping yelling, and let's just sleep. I'm really sleepy."

Katherine pushed him away, "Fuck you, you twerp! What the hell do you want to do?"

Without any response, Marshall took advantage to hog the quilt and fell asleep again.

Katherine climbed out of the bed, went back to her own bedroom and locked the door.

"Now, what are you gonna do about it, asshole?" She murmured.

Nothing seemed to disturb Katherine anymore after the late night. She woke up in the morning, and found no one lying beside her this time.

She got out of the bed, washed herself up and went out of the bedroom

For Marshall, he was still sleeping soundly in the guest room — it seemed that he indeed had drunk a lot last night.

Originally, Katherine was intended to wake him up and scold him for what he had done last night. However, as her eyes drifted down to the serene expression on Marshall's face, she didn't really do so and left him alone on the bed.

It didn't make any sense to argue with a drunkard like him. What's more, she could have just done better enhancing the security of her house.

Then, she went upstairs to prepare breakfast.

The breakfast was scarcely served when Marshall went down the stairs.

It was Saturday, and Marshall was off that day.

Yawning, he casually walked down the stairs and yelled, "I'm hungry, Katherine."

Katherine walked into the living room from the kitchen, with two trays loaded with food in her hands. Hearing Marshall's words, she seemed to murmur something to herself, and shouted, "Just take your breakfast, and then leave!"

Marshall came up and sat in front of Katherine. Looking at his share of breakfast on the table, he was gratified to sense that he still had a place in her heart.

When they were having breakfast, Katherine said in a straightforward manner, "I have removed the record of your fingerprints, and I don't want to see you here again, is that clear?"

Without any sense of guilt or shame, Marshall hummed, "I was drunk last night, and had no idea about what's going on."

Katherine thought his explanation was not standing at

seat on the sofa. Katherine

thus he was not in haste

and went to bed with all his clothes on.

to contain her temper, Katherine said, "But I still

Marshall answered, "Then just go, or are you worried that I'm going

you're free to stay here. But

speechless

stuck in her head. She was seemingly worrying about something,

be least possible that Marshall would ever steal anything from her, since even this house was a generous gift

got to the store, Margaret was already

girl's effort, the whole store looked neat and tidy. At that moment, she was sitting on the chair and checking her

and smiled, "What's wrong?

"Come and check it, the whole thing has

that it was again

the two had already divorced due to their personality clashes, and that their interaction in the hospital was based on

thing came to his father Khalid. Needless to say,

comments of those netizens at the moment, since she knew that

me, it is only the Grants' own affair. However, those faineant online users may not think the way

they are really going too far leaving such hateful comments. Honestly, it's such an eyesore even to me, an outsider. I'm

they won't be

had happened last night, Katherine thought that maybe it

who could control himself not to drink too much even on the dining table together with his

busy forenoon, and Katherine left all those things about the Grants behind and focused on her work.

in his hands. He stepped inside, and said, "It seems that I'm right on time to be here. Come on,

to see him, "Hey, Mr. Grant! It's so nice

standing by the counter, said,

all those things on the table as if he was not listening, Marshall answered, "Have you noticed

were absolutely the

continued, "Neither have I eaten anything for lunch, nor do I want to go back home at the moment. That's the reason why I'm here: I'm

Peter is not even counted as 'someone',

after girl, and thus don't

her wonder what kind of girl did