CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Chapter 388 You Nosy Woman

Marshall sent Katherine to the shop after breakfast.

Katherine thought that was unnecessary. Why would she need him to send her to her own shop? As if she would get lost on the halfway!

Katherine told Marshall to go home and not to stay with her forever.

Marshall paltered with it and asked, "Let me send you to the shop first. I've got plenty of time."

Marshall was so good at changing the subject. Katherine failed to make him leave.

She also didn't want to be too serious about it. When Martial failed to persuade her with facts and reasons, he would turn very unreasonable. Kathrin knew him well enough.

He didn't call the driver over. When they got out, he called a cab and went to the shop with Katherine together.

Marshall was already in the shop. She greeted Kathrin only because didn't see Marshall. "Good morning," She said.

Katherine nodded. "Morning."

She wasn't in a very good mood, which made Margaret a bit surprised. She asked, "Is everything going on well.."

She then stopped before she could finish her words.

Marshall came in behind Katherine and looked at Margaret. "Morning."

Margaret pursed her lips. It had taken her a while to greet him back, "Morning. You're back!"

Marshall hummed and and said nothing.

Katherine didn't sleep well last night, which gave her a headache now.

She wanted to clean the shop, but Margaret had already done that for her. She thanked Margaret and then sat in a chair.

Marshall went to sit in front of Katherine and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Katherine looked up at him and lost patience upon seeing his face. "Why aren't you leaving? What are you doing here?"

Marshall leaned against his chair and replied, "I need some rest. It won't take long. No worries."

Katherine felt a bit tired to see his cheeky face.

She rubbed her temples and gave up haggling with him.

Margaret wiped the counter and said, "I thought you would stay a few more days there."

Marshall smiled. "I was going to, but I've got something urgent, so I came back ahead of schedule."

Margaret brought him a cup of coffee. "Then why are you here with Katherine? Did you meet her on the halfway here?"

Marshall glanced at Katherine. He was trying not to laugh.

Katherine rolled her eyes at her and didn't say anything.

Margaret captured all their micro expression. She had vaguely read something in it.

Marshall took a sip of coffee and then replied, "No, I came back last night. I didn't go home because I went to Katherine's place."

Margaret knew that his old house was halfway up the mountain.

She was surprised by Marshall's answer and even tried to help him explain, "OK, it must be a late flight, and the cab refused you to take you to that remote place in the middle of the night."

Marshall hmmed in a low voice. Maggette took it as a yes.

He had barely finished half of the cup of coffee before he stood up and said, "Thank you for the coffee. I got to go now."

It was about time for him to get busy.

Margaret walked Marshall to the door. She was about to say something, but then she stopped when she found Marshall didn't even notice she was with him.

He called a cab and left. Margaret had stood there for quite a while to see him leaving before she went back to the shop.

Katherine was already at the bar counter. She was making preparations.

Margaret hesitated for a while. Then she walked over and asked, "Did Marshall spend last night in your home?"

Katherine pursed his lips and nodded.

Margaret paused for quite a while and said, "Hector would be devastated if he knows this."

Katherine was taken aback. She hadn't thought what this would do to Hector.

Margaret smacked her lips and said, "You are divorced now. It will hurt your image if the public knows you're still living together."

Katherine took a breath. "Only if he shared your concern."

She couldn't care less about her image. What bothered her most now is his cheeky face last night.

Marshall took a taxi and went back to Katherine's home. He had already put his luggage upstairs.

He wasn't there to take it downstairs. He was there just to clean the kitchen.

Katherine had deleted his fingerprint record in the door lock, but Marshall remembered the code of the lock.

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Marshall packed up, and then went out to take a cab to go back to the old house.

Old Mrs. Grant already knew he was back.

She greeted him as soon as he walked in. "What brings you back home?"

Marshall sat on the sofa and stretched himself, answering, "I arrived late last night, so I didn't come back right away."

Old Mrs. Grant was listening to an opera. Her face looked pleased while her words came out harsh. "Save it, I know what is in your mind."

Marshall grinned an awkward smile. He walked over and put his arm around Old Mrs. Grant's shoulders. "You know me so well."

Old Mrs. Grant glanced at him and continued, "But remember, you should take it easy... you know Katherine's temper. She's a different person now. If you pissed her off, your relationship wouldn't end up well."

Marshall nodded. "I see. I'm just trying little by little to find the boundaries."

Katherine had changed so greatly that he found it hard to see her through. Moreover, her attitude for him had been constantly swinging.

Sometimes she would get mad at him for things that she would never be mad if it were someone else who did it.

That was really bothering.

Old Mrs. Grant asked if Marshall had had breakfast. Marshall nodded. "Yes, and I'm only here to see you. I'll be back to the company soon."

"OK," Old Mrs. Grant said and added, "If you see Lucas in the company, talk to him. Your aunt force him to go for a blind date last night, but he didn't want to go. They may have fought with each other. I was a bit worried when your aunt talked about this with me this morning. You should talk to Lucas, telling him that his mother did that for him, and don't hate his mother because of that."

Marshall paused, and then he answered, "I see, I will talk to him when I see him."

It didn't take long before he got his car and drive to the company.

But he was trapped in a traffic jam.

He had to stop far away from the traffic light.

He couldn't tell what had happened ahead, but he could see many people getting out of their cars. They looked ahead and then swore.

There was no way for them to get back, to take a detour, or to take a U-turn.

They had no choice but to be stuck together.

Marshall thought for a while and got out of the car. He paced to where the crowd gathered.

The site of the accident was not at the crossroads. The two cars collided with each other before they arrived at the intersection.

Judging by the way they collide with each other, it was more than just a scratch. The two drivers must have been competing with each other and driven into each other deliberately.

Now they were out of the cars, yelling at each other.

Marshall walked over and laughed.

It was Alexis. This had made Marshall's day.

Alexis was arguing with someone he didn't know. The woman looked even fiercer than Alexis, calling her a loose woman.

Marshall stood by and watched this tremendous show. Later, Alexis stopped when she got tired.

She turned over, only to see that Marshall was there.

Marshall's taunting face as an onlooker made her feel very uncomfortable.

She was in a bad mood, and being teased by an acquaintance added fuel to her flames of anger.

She didn't dare to yell at Marshall directly, so she turned to his direction and yelled at the people around him, "Hey! What are you looking at!"

Other people were scolding her, complaining that they were wasting everybody's time.

But Alexis couldn't care less about their complaints. She looked back and took a baseball bat from the trunk of her car.

She rushed directly to the woman who was arguing with her, with her eyes fixed on Marshall.

The other woman didn't seem afraid at all, she stood there and said, "What? Are you trying to kill me? They are all watching you!"

Alexis looked at Marshall one last time, and then smashed the bat on the woman's head, yelling, "Take this! You nosy woman!"