CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times novel Chapter 173

Since it was getting late, Peter had some food and left.

Nobody would send him home, so Katherine told him as he got up, "Be careful on your way home."

Peter replied yes before he said goodbye to Marshall politely and left.

Marshall took a few more bites and stopped eating, staring at Katherine.

Cross-legged, Katherine sat on the chair, her sleeves up to her elbows.

She was having seafood with her bare hands, her mouth covered with oil and grease.

Obsessive about cleanliness, Marshall couldn’t stand watching her anymore.

Couldn’t she eat elegantly and neatly?

Katherine didn’t take notice of Marshall’s gaze, stuffing herself.

She asked, "By the way, what were you talking about with Miss Henderson?"

Marshall paused, aware that Katherine was referring to the period when he had left her alone.

He replied, "Basically, we were talking about the cooperation. Some of the details in the contract she brought over today needed adjusting, so I talked to her about it."

It turned out that they were simply talking about business, so Katherine nodded and said no more.

Marshall couldn’t bear watching Katherine eating anymore and rose to his feet. "You go on without me. I’m going upstairs."

Katherine grunted, "OK."

Marshall walked slowly towards the stairs and threw a glance at the dining room after mounting a few steps.

Katherine’s phone was ringing.

She wiped her hands with the napkin in a tearing hurry and answered the phone.

Probably she wanted to go on eating, Katherine turned on the speaker and put the phone on the table.

A male voice came from the other end of the line, calling, "Katherine."

Katherine chuckled. "Well, why are you calling me?"

Marshall stopped, staring at her for a short while before he looked back and took his time walking upstairs with his hands in the pockets.

When he reached the second floor, he heard Katherine’s laughter.

She was telling the man on the other end, "Tomorrow? Yes, I’m free. I have nothing else but time. Of course, see you tomorrow."

Marshall went back to his room, poker-faced.

He changed into his pajamas and wanted to take a shower, but gave up that idea after some consideration.

He walked up to the window and lit up a cigarette, but in fact, he didn’t really want to smoke.

Therefore, he simply stood there with the cigarette between his fingers until it burnt out.

At last, he pressed the cigarette end against the sill, turned around and went to the bathroom.

It took Marshall some time before he came out of the shower.

Marshall put on his pajamas. Probably because he had drunk some wine and eaten something salty, Marshall felt thirsty, so he went downstairs to get some water.

Katherine was nowhere to be seen now.

Marshall went to the kitchen and glanced at the dining room in passing.

The mess in the dining room was already cleaned up, which made him feel better.

Marshall took a bottle of water. Just as he was about to get upstairs, he happened to see the jewels on the tea table.

These jewels were expensive and picked by him personally.

He thought that Katherine would keep them out of greed once she wore them.

However, he never expected that she actually didn’t want them.

Marshall went over, took the jewels and walked upstairs.

He went back to his room and put them straight into the drawer of his nightstand.

There was something else in the drawer. Marshall paused, picked it up and took a closer look at it.

It was the divorce certificate.

In fact, his memory for the day when they got divorced was a little jumbled, probably because his mind was in a turmoil at that time.

But Marshall remembered one thing well.

When she had her picture for the divorce certificate taken, Katherine was smiling.

And that smile was different from those fake ones she had given before.

She was smiling so sincerely on that day that her eyes narrowed into slits.

Sitting at the bedside, Marshall looked at the divorce certificate over and over.

It was unknown what he was thinking about, but Marshall felt a tightness in his chest, which made him lose his breath.