CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

It was already late when Katherine arrived at her workplace. Working around the store for a while, she found that it was about time to get off.

She let Margaret leave first, and stayed in the store alone for a while.

The swift passage of time made her feel that she had sleepwalked the day.

Hanging out a shingle read 'close', she sat by the window and looked out.

The floor installation shop opposite was still opening. Sitting inside of her store, Katherine could see that the young male clerk was showing his customers around the shop.

Somehow, such a scene got her caught in envy. The shopkeeper was a zealous man. His son was simple and pure, and his wife was virtuous and capable. Together, they drew a picture of a harmonious and happy family.

Katherine sat cross-legged on the chair, and heaved a sigh. It was exactly all she wanted, but unfortunately, it seemed that she just couldn't get this little dream fulfilled no matter how hard she tried.

Life was tough when she was in her original family, but, somehow, things didn't seem to turn out better even though she married into a rich family.

Indeed, life was always tough.

Not until the sky was completely dark did Katherine leave the store and go back to her house.

It was dark inside the house. As she unlocked the front door and stepped into the living room, she was frightened to see that there was a man sitting on the sofa in the dark.

In panic, she pressed down the switch of the lights set aside the door.

The man, sitting on the sofa, raised his hand to protect his eyes from the sudden bright light.

It was Marshall. Angrily, Katherine shouted, "What's wrong with you, Marshall? Whatever you fucking doing in my house? I warn you, if I ever see you in my house again, I will call the police, and I'm serious!"

Putting down his hand slowly, Marshall answered, "Hey, stop yelling like that. I have done nothing."

His indifferent tone even added more fuel to the flaming anger inside of Katherine.

She looked around, but failed to find herself any weapons. Then, she walked to the front of Marshall, caught him by the shoulder and tried with the most of her strength to lift him up from the sofa, "Get out! I said, get out! You're not allowed to stay here, I don't want to see you anymore!"

Without struggling, Marshall took the advantage and caught Katherine by her wrists.

He then asked in a sneering tone, "Then tell me who do you want to see the most? Is he Hector, or Lucas?"

 "Go fuck yourself,

fingers and pinched Katherine's chin. Then, Katherine tossed her head

out for a business trip the next two days, and I've sent someone to keep an eye on you. When I return, if I find that you've been messing around with another guy out there, I won't

at him, and growled, "Screw you! Leave my place and get

his arms, "I'm serious, you little mischievous daring. I swear I'll make you regret it if you ever dare

had given a lot of thoughts to those words given by Lucas, and turned

want to

fuck out of here!" Katherine roared, and

on his face, Marshall chuckled,

fixed his collar and brushed

 had asked, he left

teeth gritted, Katherine was more

haste, she went to lock up the door and windows

had no idea how Marshall broke in

fingerprint record of the intelligent lock, and there

her teeth, she didn't know

of the house, Marshall walked quite

through which Katherine would never know that he was here before she saw

car, Marshall took a glance at Katherine's house, and

regardless of whether Katherine could hear it or

him up, and said

 Khalid in the next two days, he agreed and drove

and awaiting his son down the road. A while later, seeing Marshall's car approach and pull

glance at his mother, "Have you eaten

just eaten dinner with Clara."

the name of Clara, Marshall lapsed

a sigh, "I know you've been leading a hard time dealing with those rumors online, and so do Clara. I

 Frances a while before, and told her those things happened online

pleasant to meet Clara, since they had not

bright mood was unexpectedly clouded by what Clara

 Marshall still remained silent, Frances continued, "She is a good girl, Marshall. She worries whether those

is more than normal, honestly. Besides, what those

writing himself off as hopeless and letting things