CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Katherine could not remember how Marshall brought her out of the bar. Her memory welled up after her vomiting. She felt refreshed, and totally sobered. Someone next to her passed her a glass of water, she took it and gargled and then stood up, “God. This feels much better.”

Marshall lit a cigarette and unbuttoned his collar and loosened it up, standing next to her.

His voice was low. “Get in right now if you feel better, I’m leaving.”The cool breeze of the night had soothed the restlessness inside him. But still, he felt kind of uncomfortable.

Katherine was freaked out by his voice. She jumped off the seat. “Marshall? Why are you here?”

Marshall frowned and took a puff. “That guy would be fucking you now if it’s not for me.”

Slowly, Katherine straightened her stance and looked around, finding herself in her apartment.

She gazed at Marshall. “So you were there at the bar too? You took me out of there?”

Marshall stayed silent.

He wanted to ask the chauffeur send Katherine home. After seeing how drunk she was, the chauffeur didn’t know how to carry her into the car.

So Marshall could only drive her home himself.

Katherine was feeling upset again. See? He did celebrate about having the divorce just like she has guessed.

slowly walked towards Marshall and leaned her body against him. “What? Looking

and stared right into

with her makeup,

had been taken off, dressed in

as she had never been, Katherine reached out and hooked Marshall’s belt, her voice flirtatious. “You ruined my fling, you have to make it up.” She said as she pulled out the

groping hands, his eyes darkened. He could feel the alcohol stirring his mind

been suppressed by the cold

deep breath, eyes fixing on Katherine. “Katherine,

know,” Katherine giggled,

while, then a faint smile flashed over

cigarette and threw it on the floor, holding Katherine’s chin with one hand.

Marshall in a close distance, Katherine once again was filled with grudging grievance. She loved this man, and

her toes and pecked

took action as she

held Katherine up in his arms. “Great then,” he went, “you brought this on

and then wrapped her arms around

fingerprint scanner. Luckily, Katherine had not deleted his print from the access control system. Marshall spare one hand to unlock the door while holding Katherine with the other, and then entered the

blank as she stumbled into the bedroom. She wasn’t clear about how she and Marshall got into the room. But at the moment when Marshall was going to