CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Peter opened the seafood takeaway box and arranged it nicely with the beer that room service just delivered.

Katherine came closer, "Come on, time to eat."

Her positive energy made Marshall looked at her for a few more glances.

Katherine pulled a chair and sat cross-legged on it.

She tore one of the crab’s legs and said, "The crabs served by this restaurant are plump.”

Then she took a bite.

Marshall looked at Katherine again.

He suddenly recalled the scene when Katherine was eating at Grant’s house.

At that time, Katherine was well-mannered. She ate in small bites and spoke in a low voice, she was very lady-like.

Peter couldn't accept what he saw, “Hey, can’t you wash your hands before you eat?"

Katherine stared at Peter, "I don't eat the shells. Why should I wash my hands? Look at where I grabbed, I only touched the shells.”

Katherine said as she showed Peter the part she was holding.

But Peter didn’t want to see her oily hands.

While Marshall smiled, "It would be nice, if only you acted like this when you were at my house.”

Katherine stared at Marshall, “If I did that, your mother would kick me out of your house in just two days.”

Grant always talked about rules

Mrs. Grant's face,

"That made many

Katherine spoke as she continued to gnaw, “Look, now we are divorced, and I got so many benefits.

Katherine’s mouth was greasy.

Katherine

in a

of beer

at the other glass and said,

stared at Katherine, "Don't

smiled, "Let enjoy this meal. Can you not spoil the

a long face but he still

still oily, she just wiped her hands. Then, she lifted the glass and toasted with Marshall.

his glass, "If you were

hesitated for a moment and didn't finish the rest

before, it would have been impossible for Katherine to marry into the Grant

Grant would be

if Katherine had been like this, knowing Mrs. Grant's attitude, the two would

paid the most attention to the etiquette and manners of

Marshall

when the three of them

lifted the glass and gave each other a

alcohol tolerance.

a few drinks, her body began

her hand, "No, I can’t. I can't see things

a napkin and wiped her hands. Then she stood up, "Eat up, guys. I have to lie down first. I can't

the sofa and stared