CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Katherine was super hungry. She just took a sip of the tea and didn’t touch the snacks at all at the designer’s house just now. She sat down, paying no attention to Mrs. Grant or Clara. All she wanted to do now was eat. Detail-oriented actor as he was, Marshall put food in Katherine’s bowl from time to time.

He even leaned over and said in a low voice, "Eat slowly or you’ll have an upset stomach later."

At this moment, Old Mrs. Grant cast a look at Katherine. "Kathy, I made a doctor's appointment for you. When Marshall has the day off, ask him to go with you. You need to treat your stomach problem as soon as possible."

Katherine looked up at "Grandmother". At first, she thought she wasn’t serious when she had talked of it last time. Katherine never expected her to be so efficient.

Marshall chimed in at this point, "Alright."

Clara looked up at Katherine and Marshall, emotionless. Katherine slowed down. It seemed that something popped into her mind. She picked up a piece of streaky pork and bit the lean meat off, leaving the fat there.

lips and grumbled in a flirtatious tone,

leave it there if you don’t like it. How can you give somebody else the food you just took a

Marshall’s lips. "How can I? It’s not the first time Marshall has had the food I bite. After all, we’re

said seriously, but she couldn’t be happier inside. She just wanted to disgust everyone, including Marshall. Marshall looked at the fat to his lips, then at Katherine.

grease on his lips. "My hubby is getting sweeter. I’m

a piece of meat, bit the fat off, and put the rest to Katherine’s lips. "This is what I should do. Here,

lips, slightly embarrassed. She took a few bites and couldn’t help but look up at Marshall again. Most of the time, he showed little emotion while eating, but just now, Clara saw him smiling. The way he smiled was different from when he smiled at Katherine on the

for a while. Now that it was dark outside, Clara got up to leave. Mrs. Grant also got up immediately and said, "Marshall, since it’s so late, send Clara back home." Old Mrs. Grant cast a glance at Mrs. Grant with resentment. However, Mrs. Grant didn’t notice that at all, but stared at Marshall. Naturally, Marshall couldn’t

stopped at the stairway on

expected, Old Mrs. Grant’s voice came from downstairs

She always obeyed the rules and