CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Chapter 222 A Sober Sex

Katherine picked up on that, and she hurriedly stood up, “You are about to leave? I’ll see you out.” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Marshall didn’t move, sitting there, while Katherine saw them off at the gate.

Looking over at the man in the room, Kyle turned down the corners of his mouth, “Katherine, your husband has been so clingy? In his eyes, you are the only woman in this world.”

Katherine thought that Kyle was talking about the thing in the kitchen, and she got so embarrassed. Especially with Hector here, he knew that she had divorced from Marshall. But they still kissed in the kitchen, which was not proper.

Katherine tucked her hair on the ear, and tried to be not so awkward, “You can regard him to be sick. Please don’t mind and I also doubt what’s wrong with him?”

Katherine didn’t know, but Hector did. He stepped to Katherine closely, and began another topic, “I am sorry that you got hurt today. Promise me. Keep away from any danger.”

Katherine didn’t read his overtones and thought that he felt guilty of her wound. She nodded, “OK, but in fact, I did shelter myself behind.”

Hearing this, Kyle’s eyes darted guiltily. At that time, he really had no idea that Katherine was at his six, otherwise, he would never dodge.

Hector nodded, then raised chin to look at the sky, “Well, we have to go. You go back now, and remember to lock your door at night.”

Katherine replied, “Well, I see.”

Hector read her look and helplessly found that she didn’t get him.

After a small talk, Hector left with Kyle.

Katherine returned to the living room, while Marshall was not there. The lap top was turned off, and it seemed that he had gone upstairs.

She stood beside the sofa. After taking a deep breath, she turned on the television. There was nothing interesting. She turned on the television just because it’s so quiet in the room.

After changing several channels at random, she saw Marshall coming down there. However, he directly went to the liquor cabinet, without greeting Katherine.

She knew that there were some bottles of wines, but she didn’t like the wine. So she averted eyes back to the TV after a glance at Marshall.

Marshall went to the kitchen and took two glasses. He came forward and got Katherine a glass of wine.

Katherine shook hand, “No, thanks. I don’t like it.”

Marshall smiled, but still got her a glass. He put the glass of wine on the table, then got himself one.

He didn’t leave, on the contrary, he sat down close to Katherine.

Katherine glanced at Marshall, then sat straight there, with her gaze on the TV. However, she got nothing about the TV content.

Marshall sipped the wine slowly until the bottom was up. He put down the glass, then took Katherine’s hand, which made Katherine jump. She turned to look at Marshall, who was lowering eyes and rolling the ring on her finger.

Unaccountably, Katherine recalled the thing in the kitchen today. She doubted that something was wrong with Marshall. He had been an internal guy. It’s peculiar that he kissed her with others around.

Flushed, Katherine coughed, “You, you just took one glass of wine. You don’t tell me that you are drunk now.”

“I am not drunk.” Marshall chuckled, “One glass is just a piece of cake to me.”

Katherine took a deep breath, saying nothing.

Marshall played with her fingers for a while, then he asked, “Do you like Hector?”

Katherine frowned, “Hector?”

“Forget it!” Marshall said, “Forget I brought it up.”

His hand moved from her fingers to her wrist, then to her arm, finally stopped on her shoulder.

At the beginning, Katherine felt confused about what Marshall was going to do. After all, they were now all sober.

Gradually, she realized that something was wrong. Because he began to rub her face and leaned forward to her.

Such things had happened before, most when they were about to have sex.

Katherine leaned back, trying to avoid Marshall.

Marshall held her on the chin so that she cannot get rid of him. Then he pressed on her. Surprised, Katherine wanted to say something, but said nothing.

Regardless of Katherine’s reaction, Marshall kept kissing her, pressing her on the sofa slowly.

Katherine pushed against his shoulder, with her mind going blank for a second.

Now both of them were sober. Although Marshall drank a little, she can make sure he didn’t get drunk at all.

Marshall didn’t seem to stop, kissing her for so long. After a while, Katherine got misted. After all, she had no immunities to him on this.

After Katherine became wholly soft, Marshall got up and lifted Katherine.

With arms around Marshall’s neck, Katherine looked at him with watered eyes. She asked, “Marshall, what’s wrong?”

Marshall walked to the stairs, answering her, “What do you think? I don’t make it clear enough?”

Stunned, Katherine stared at his side face for a long while, then what Peter said occurred to her. Clara did be able to take advantage of her position, while Katherine did, too.

Sipping lips for seconds, Katherine directly buried her face into his neck. Obviously, Katherine gave a tacit permission.

With his lips curving gradually, he held Katherine to her room. He put Katherine on the bed, then closed the curtains. While Katherine got up and turned on the bed light. The yellow lamplight made a romantic air.

Katherine stared at Marshall, “Who I am?”

This question made Marshall laugh, and he slowly took off his clothes. His movement seemed to slacken to the utmost extent in her eyes. She stared at his hand unbuttoning his shirt, hearing his voice, “Katherine, are you stupid?”

Good! It’s good that he knew who was in front of him.

In the following time, everything lost control.

Katherine kept gazing at Marshall, her mind lingering between sober and chaotic.

Marshall even took her leg in midstream, asking, “Does it hurt?”

Katherine felt bitter for an instant, “No.”

Marshall smiled, “Good!”

Then he became ruder.

Katherine squinted at the shaking chandelier on the ceiling, lost in maze.