What Frances was thinking was obvious enough for him.

Given that he had nothing to talk with Clara, he decided to leave and head back home.

As he pulled away the car, Marshall could see from the rearview mirror that Frances was talking to her phone, stamping his feet and showing an exasperated expression on her face towards him.

Marshall took a sigh of relieve, and relaxed the muscles on his face.

Going back to his house, he saw that his grandma was sitting on the sofa and talking with Lydia.

A little surprised to see Lydia here, Marshall greeted her in a respectful tone.

Lydia laughed, "You're back, Marshall! It's quite late now, what has gotten in your way?"

Marshall answered, "Nothing, I have just spent some time meeting my mom."

Hearing that, Old Mrs. Grant sighed, "Is she doing fine recently?"

Marshall answered with a second of pause, "Maybe. She seems doing fine, actually."

Despite the awkward look on her face when she mentioned Clara, she seemed to be getting used to her new life now.

Marshall turned into the kitchen and asked the servant to cook him a bowl of noodles for dinner.

As those cooking utensils clattered in the kitchen, Marshall sat down and joined the talk with the two ladies.

Old Mrs. Grant asked Marshall whether he was going on a business trip for the next few days. Then, she mentioned that she saw Khalid had already packed his things in preparation for the trip, which made her wonder why, since it was the first time she had ever seen Khalid being so pro-active in preparing for a single business trip.

"It is," she said, "as if he couldn't wait to go."

both Marshall and Lydia laughed, but only Marshall knew Old Mrs. Grant was not exaggerating.

Indeed, Khalid was yearning to set off for the business trip as soon as he could, since he was just desperately in need of some space to run away from everything and clean up his mind.

phoning and messaging

thus was candid

 Khalid thought of that exactly, but he knew that his father was currently not in the

resolute enough to repulse the return of his wife nor bold enough to accept

struggling in a mess, and

customer this time. I guess he just don't want to miss the boat,

thought, he somehow began to

it was important to take the initiative in a relationship,

to her son Lucas. She said she had no idea who the ideal girl in Lucas's mouth exactly

 Marshall, and he seldom went anywhere else to kill

acquainted with the girl, nor did she know when they fell in love with each

 did not have a clue either. She asked Lydia whether she had introduced any girl to Lucas, and said possibly the girl

true, mom, he would have told me the name of the girl already. I suspect that the girl

 Old Mrs. Grant thought her words did make sense. Heaving a sigh, she said, "You child has grown up, and is able to take care of

a glance at Marshall, and thought that Old Mrs. Grant was making pointed allusions

all because the whole family pushed him so hard that Marshall was irritated and decided to marry

anyone for his failed marriage, there must still be

symbolic nod, "You're right,

remind him much about her

unexpected visit had really driven Katherine crazy, and meanwhile, he was

in front of Katherine, and to express his faithful willingness to be with her again. Even before Katherine came back home, he was still scratching his head and thinking about how

word in his head uncontrollably turned out to be warning and threatening

of his lips, he didn't know whether he had done the things

you think about that, Marshall? You guys always hang out with each other, and meet in the company almost on a

hang out with each other much

the next moment, he astonishingly recalled that they did have several times talked about a woman, and her

 was just trying to discomfort him by continuously displaying

he had to admit that Katherine was indeed the sort of girl whom Lucas would

never heard of that. He's a man of few words, and won't talk with anyone

to ask him more

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