CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Katherine was still confused while staring at the picture for quite a while.

She couldn’t figure out when it was taken.

She grabbed the phone hard and then texted again to ask who it was.

But this time she received no response.

Nor did Katherine ask again. As rational as she had been, she was aware that she should stay composed in case the culprit took advantage of her.

She lay down while grabbing the phone. Her mind was in a mess. Though every detail in the past seemed to be clear, she still found it hard to build a link within.

Katherine closed her eyes and sighed.

Whatever. Since then, she decided to put it aside. Fagging herself was the last thing she would do.

She lay still on the bed, lurching from sleepiness to soberness.

She stayed so till the next morning. Then she suddenly heard a car coming into the yard.

She was soon overwhelmed with soberness. She hurried to get off the bed and walked to the window.

She saw Marshall park his car in the yard. Then he got off and strode into the parlor.

Within a minute, she heard the door behind opened.

She slowly turned around, “Welcome back.”

Marshall was startled while standing at the door, with his body surrounded by the chill air in the morning, “Why did you get up so early?”

Katherine answered, “I had been sleeping for too long yesterday. So now I stay awake.”

She stared at him, “Did you get some clues from that guy?”

Marshall walked into the bathroom, “Yeah, I got some.”

Suddenly, she happened to notice a dark red stain at the end of his shirt. It should be a blood stain, she supposed.

She walked over and stood at the door of the bathroom. Seeing that, Marshall suddenly stopped while striping.

He turned to look at her, “I need to take a shower.”

Katherine leaned against the doorframe to say casually, “Come on, no need to be shy. I have seen every inch of your body.”

resembled the recent one of

her with lips pressed, who

So he added, “Get some rest

shifted her gaze from his upper body to the hem

been kind and soft, a blood stain

of gaze, she turned

close the door. Then he took off his jacket, while

it weren’t for the fact that he insisted to interrogate that guy on his own, Kyle would have torn

his clothes into the trash bin and went

after staying up

grabbed her phone hard and stared outside

and walked out, she noticed that. But she didn’t look at him, unmoved. Her face still remained

a bath towel, walked to the closet to get some clothes. Then he pulled off the towel and put

a while later did she utter, “Come over here.

and walked over,

handed over her phone, “Am I look good in those

into solemnness especially

he turned around and walked out of

he was doing. As he left, she got off bed and

saw his clothes, the shirt and the suit jacket, were both

at them, she turned around and walked out

around to check the direction from which

while

at the door. He

a few seconds later, he reached out his hand to pinch out a little

could avoid being noticed if

was obvious—she was under

wasn’t scared this time.

mini camera,

house, he was too

camera on the door. Undoubtedly, it was

his eyes on

against the handrail on the second floor with a

as he looked at her

her. He touched her face

“Why should I be

smiled. After quite a while, he suggested, “Alright,

while Marshall sat on it with his back against

buzz from his phone. Though it wasn’t loud, it sounded a bit annoying when compared with the tranquilness last