CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Chapter 438 Don’t You Feel That?

Katherine was woken up in the middle of the night.

She curled her lips and said in a hoarse voice. "You bastard, do you mean to wake me up every time you come over?"

Marshall leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. "Sorry. Go ahead."

He was so shameless, but Katherine could do nothing about him for a moment.

She had to turn over and sleep with her back to Marshall.

After a while, Marshall leaned over and held Katherine in his arms.

He dared to take advantage of her when he was drunk, but now he could do nothing but remain quiet.

He fondled Katherine’s belly and closed his eyes.

After sleeping for a while, the phone placed on the bedside table buzzed.

He ignored it at first, but after a while, it buzzed again.

Marshal hesitated and then turned over to take the phone.

He thought it was messages from his staff, but it turned out to be two Facebook messages.

They were sent by Clara. She recalled the first message and said sorry for sending it wrong.

Marshall did not see anything she sent at all, so he simply ignored it and put the phone back.

He was just annoyed by the messages at the midnight.

He hugged Katherine again and slept peacefully.

On the other side, Clara held her phone and waited for the reply from Marshall. But there was no reply.

Actually, she thought it was not too late. Besides, Marshall was the boss, he was busy and could not sleep early.

Clara looked at the phone, hesitating whether to venture to send another message.

She did not contact Marshall for a long time. She thought that she used to be too enthusiastic and wanted to make him neglected.

But the neglect seemed to give a chance to Katherine and him.

Now even Frances became friendly to Katherine, and she felt that she had missed too many things.

She felt nervous for two days.

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Clara waited for a while, and then put her mobile phone aside, turned around, and went out of the room.

She went downstairs to get a bottle of red wine, opened it, and went upstairs directly with it.

When walking to the stairs on the second floor, her grandfather came out of the room and froze on seeing her, "Clara, why haven’t go to bed yet?"

Then Old Mr. Henderson saw the wine in Clara's hand and immediately understood it. He sighed, "Alas."

Then he said nothing else.

Clara nodded to Old Mr. Henderson, "Grandpa, goodnight."

Then she directly went back to the bedroom.

Clara did not take the cup. She just held the bottle and plied herself with the wine.

She felt that obviously she had another chance, and wondered why the opportunity was gone again in the blink of an eye.

She should not listen to others nor be so passive. She should have looked for opportunities to meet Marshal frequently.

She thought that there was no emotional foundation between herself and Marshall, so she had to find opportunities to cultivate his feelings, or he would never be attracted by her.

The more she thought so, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Clara took the mobile phone, and it was still the interface of the Facebook.

She was a bit tipsy and really sent a voice message to him.

She said, "Marshall, do you really have no feelings for me?"

She did not look forward to his reply this time and directly threw her mobile phone aside.

On the other side, Marshall actually heard the vibration of the phone.

However, he ignored it because Katherine turned over and wrapped him up like an octopus as usual.

He avoided pressing her belly and gently held her in his arms after she had adjusted her posture.

They slept through the night.

Marshall should go to work, so he gently moved Katherine’s body and then got up and wash up.

When he came out of the room, Katherine was still asleep and was not disturbed at all.

Marshall stood by the bed, dressed, and looked down at her.

She was melting when she was sleeping without staring at him or rolling her eyes at him. She looked soft and weak.

He also felt a tender pity for her.

Marshall could not help but lean over and kiss her.

Katherine was slow to react and pushed his face after a while. She also muttered, "Go away."

Marshall smiled, touched her face, and turned out of the room.

When walking downstairs, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the messages.

Naturally, he saw the message sent by Clara.

He click on the voice message and immediately heard her fuzzy voice.

Clara was drunk obviously and spoke with a lisp. But the fuzzy remarks also indicated her unwillingness clearly.

Marshall frowned and paused on the stairs. He closed the Facebook and put the phone back in his pocket.

He went downstairs as if nothing had happened.

Frances was preparing breakfast with Darcie in the kitchen.

Marshall came over and looked at them at the door. He then said, "I called my dad last night and asked about him and Aunt Cora."

Frances froze and looked back at Marshall, "Well, then what?"

Marshall smiled. "It seems that you want to know about my dad."

Frances bowed her head and continued what she was doing. "I can’t lie to myself. I want to know more or less. Go on. What did your father say?"

Marshall leaned against the door frame and held his shoulder. "My dad said that he had nothing to do with Aunt Cora from beginning to end. They are just friends."

Frances smiled and said, "Well, just friends. Then they are such good friends that he worries about her so much."

Chi raised his eyebrows. "I did not ask anything else, and he did not tell me too much, either. I think it's better to tell you about this matter. Then You can think about it and make your own decision."

Frances nodded, "OK. Got it. Wait in the restaurant, and we’ll have breakfast soon."

Marshall stared at Frances's expression and then went to the restaurant.

According to Frances's previous disposition, she would never admit that she cared about them.

Then she would ask about them secretly.

However, her openness style was actually more attractive.

Frances put the cold salad on the plate, and then stood up and took a deep breath.

Darcie looked at Frances and said, "If you are free today, you can have dinner with Mr. Khalid. I think you get along well with him yesterday. It’s fine."

"No." Frances said directly, "I don't want to have dinner with him. It's boring."

After thinking for a while, she said, "That's it for now. He and Cora are ambiguous. I don't want to get involved. Otherwise, we three will make a scene again. I feel headache when I think about it."

She walked to the door with the plate and said like talking to herself, "It's fine now. That's it."

Then she went to the dining room.

Marshall was still playing his mobile phone, mainly because Peter talked to him with Facebook.

Peter looked like a playboy, but in fact, he worked efficiently. Otherwise, he could not work for Marshall for so many years.

Peter sent a picture to him. It was the person in the picture given by Kyra last time. All his identity had been investigated.

The investigation was quite careful. All the activities of the man for so many years were clearly listed.