CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times novel Chapter 276

Pausing, Grandma Grant looked at Marshall as she inquired, “What’s wrong? Bad appetite? But you should really eat even if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not like that,” answered Marshall, smiling faintly, “I want to take a shower first after what’s been a long and tiring day. Can you have the kitchen staff send some pasta to my room?”

Grandma Grant watched Marshall closely for a good while before nodding her head. “Go ahead then. I’ll let them know.”

Marshall stood up, nodded at Mr. Grant, and walked out of the dining room.

After Marshall left, Grandma Grant heaved a big sigh. “Tell you what, if Frances asks you to take her back here, don’t. I’m still fuming about this whole incident.”

“Got it,” nodded Mr. Grant, “I actually saw her today, and she didn’t mention wanting to come back at all.”

“You did?” Grandma Grant opened her eyes wide. “You dropped by the Mason residence?”

Hesitant, Mr. Grant told the story of how Katherine had beaten up Mrs. Grant. Mr. Grant didn’t know exactly how she was beaten, so he could only describe the disheveled look on his wife when they saw her.

Grandma Grant laughed out loud. “Beaten again! Well, let’s hope she learns from it this time.”

Mr. Grant took the fact that Grandma Grant was happy to receive news of Mrs. Grant’s beating with resignation. “Can you keep it down when you laugh, mom?”

Grandma Grant couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, this is what happens what I get old. Honestly, if I was younger, I’d teach that wife of yours some lesson myself.”

“That wife of mine was chosen by none other than you and dad, mind you,” said Mr. Marshall.

Grandma Grant got speechless. “But she didn’t use to be like this,” she reminisced after a while, “a little spoiled at the time, yes, but sensible and ladylike overall. I don’t understand how she should grow more and more unbearable as she gets older.”

Mr. Grant didn’t respond, and the mother and son finished their food in silence.

Marshall, meanwhile, didn’t take a shower; instead, he took out the divorce papers as he sat down on the bed.

Katherine’s signature was neat and elegant on the papers.

Marshall was reminded of how she’d looked when she was first presented these documents – completely unsurprised, and with a faint smile on her face. She had signed the papers without even reading them first.

That was the first time Katherine had struck him as unique. He’d expected her to pester him for a while or be at least a little upset. But she’d done neither. On the day their divorce was finalized, she’d showed up punctually, and had sported a vague smile the whole time.

Marshall remembered Katherine smiling playfully as she got her picture taken for the divorce certificate.

He should stop this train of thought right now, he realized as he hastily put away the documents.

A kitchen maid came knocking on his door. The pasta was ready. Marshall opened the door to allow her to set down the tray on a side table.

Staring into the dish, Marshall mourned its inferior quality when compared to Katherine’s cooking. Katherine had always made him pastas with beef, eggs, and veggie on the side, whereas what he was looking at right now had only eggs.

Picking on the noodles with a fork, Marshall decided against eating the thing as it failed to stimulate his appetite.

He took out his phone and opened the chatting app, where Katherine still had yet to accept his friend request.

However, he could still see some of her life posts – in fact, she posted an update just minutes ago, including a picture of her with Kyle and Hector. In the picture, the three of them were playing poker, and each was grinning at the camera with a handful of cards.

Marshall stared at it for quite some time before he unlogged from the app, put down the phone, and went into the bathroom.

Katherine, in the meanwhile, put down her phone after posting the update. “Well well well, what a heavenly life I’m living.”

Kyle smirked at her, cards in hand. “You got a good hand, got it.”