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

 Katherine's chin. Then, Katherine tossed her head to shake off the fingers

an eye on you. When I

growled, "Screw you! Leave my place and

hands, Marshall tried to drag Katherine into his arms, "I'm serious, you little mischievous daring.

words given by Lucas, and turned about everything between Katherine and himself before he decided to

in Marshall's opinion, if he did want to win her back,

get the fuck out of here!" Katherine roared, and pushed

his face, Marshall chuckled, "You'd better keep

so, he fixed his collar

as Katherine had asked, he left the house,

her teeth gritted, Katherine was more than

she went to lock up the door and windows of

no idea how Marshall

of the intelligent lock, and there was

she didn't know how to air her

 walked quite

away, through

the car, Marshall took a glance at Katherine's house, and lifted the corner of his

honked the horn, regardless of whether Katherine could hear it or not, and then drove

 Frances called him up, and said she wanted

was going to leave for a business trip together with Khalid in the next two days, he

A while later, seeing Marshall's car approach and pull over,

glance at his mother, "Have

have just eaten dinner with Clara." Buckling

 Clara,

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

 had just met Frances a while before, and told her those things happened online with tears shedding down

 was rather pleasant to meet Clara, since they had not seen each other for quite

bright mood was unexpectedly clouded by what

 still remained silent, Frances continued, "She is a good girl, Marshall. She worries whether those gossips would ruin your normal life. She cares

honestly. Besides, what those netizens

 Frances's eyes, Marshall was just writing himself off as hopeless and letting