CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times novel Chapter 145

Marshall had never shown any surprise at Katherine’s look the whole time.

Therefore, no matter how much the designer and the man in the monk robe complimented her, Katherine thought she looked just fine.

She wouldn’t be outstanding at a dinner party full of beauties.

Now that she was examined from head to toe and there was no problem with her look, Katherine took off the gown.

She would remove the makeup when she got back home at night.

Katherine didn’t know how much the gown cost, but she didn’t pay for it anyway.

The shoes were packed as well. Marshall carried them into his car.

Katherine said goodbye to the designer and the man in the monk robe and got into the car. "I’m starving."

Marshall said as he fastened his seat belt, "Let’s eat out tonight."

It was already late. If they cooked their own dinner after they got home, it would be midnight when they ate.

Katherine was too tired to cook, so she nodded. "OK."

The car went towards the center of the city.

Now was the time when the night life began, and the streets were bustling.

Marshall was driving slowly. "What do you want to eat?"

Katherine rested her head against the car window, looking outside. "I’m not picky about food. I’ll eat whatever you eat."

On the contrary, Marshall was quite fussy about what he ate.

Hearing that, Marshall sped up and raced towards a restaurant.

There were a lot of cars in front of the restaurant at this moment.

However, since Marshall was a frequenter here, the valet at the entrance greeted him at the sight of his car.

Marshall and Katherine got off the car at the same time.

The valet greeted Marshall with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Grant, this must be Mrs. Grant. Good evening."

Marshall passed the car key to the valet. "Good evening."

The valet drove the car away, while Marshall brought Katherine into the restaurant.

The waitress took the two of them into his private box.

The waitress took them into a long corridor, with boxes on both sides.

They didn’t walk a few steps into the corridor before one of the doors was opened.

It was a waitress coming out with tea.

She left the door wide open.

Katherine threw a casual glance and saw the people inside.

Naturally, the people inside also saw her and Marshall.

Katherine clicked her tongue. Well, it was a small world.

In the box sat Clara, and the one next to her was Mr. Henderson.

Katherine had seen both of them before.

Presumably, the Henderson’s Family was having a dinner party here.

Marshall also saw the people in the box in an instant.

He hesitated for a moment. Katherine could tell that he didn’t really want to stop.

Just as the waitress closed the door, Clara called from inside, "Wait a minute."

It was unknown whether Clara was talking to the waiter or to Marshall outside.

The waitress stopped and opened the door. "Is there anything else, miss?"

Clara got up and walked towards the door.

Meanwhile, Marshall already took a few steps forward as the waitress closed the door.

Clara stopped at the door. "Mr. Grant."

Katherine, at Marshall’s side, held his arm quietly.

Marshall stopped, turned around and looked at Clara. "Miss Henderson, what a coincidence."

Seeing this scene, the waitress left.

There was another waitress leading the way for Marshall, and she stood beside Katherine.

Katherine raised her eyebrows. "What’s wrong?"

Clara paused, and then gave a smile. "Nothing. I just think it’s so coincidental that we’re all here."

Expressionless, Katherine turned to the waitress next to her. "Let’s go."

Katherine’s face was carefully made up today.

Somehow, this made her quite confident.

Katherine was afraid of nobody now.

Marshall and Katherine went into the box, and Marshall was ordering the dishes.

The look on his face hadn’t changed even a bit.

So Katherine didn’t mention Clara at all.

After taking the order, the waitress left. Marshall thought a while and took the cigarette case out of his pocket.

He picked out one cigarette, lit it up and took a drag.

Curling her lips, Katherine plunged in thought.

When they got divorced, Marshall asked her opinion with an air of importance.

But now he didn’t even say a word.

How this man had changed!