CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Chapter 113 Why You

After that, Marshall remained silent. Katherine knew that he hated noise so she chose to sit aside and wait patiently. It seemed that nothing could ever stop Marshall's pace when he was engaged in business. One minute he called up his subordinates to pack up files for him and the next he just went out and assigned work to his men — just like the many times he had done before, he again ignored the existence of Katherine. After sitting on the sofa for a while, she began to yawn. There was actually a break room in Marshall's office. Occasionally, he would go inside and take a nap. The door of the break room was locked this time though and she had no way to figure out what was inside.

At first, she attempted to lie on the sofa and take a nap but soon gave up since a second thought told her that it would be a little awkward and embarrassing. She knew clearly that her posture in her sleep was terrible. What's more, it would not be so appropriate if she lied down on the sofa sprawlingly when Marshall was engaged in his work. She adjusted her posture on the sofa for a while, and finally fell asleep with her hands around her knees and body huddled in the corner. After a long while, Marshall had finally finished his work. As he raised his head, he caught sight of Katherine sleeping on the sofa awkwardly. Her figure was already slim and small enough and the posture she was currently holding made her look even more so.

Slowly, he stood up and walked to the sofa. She was still sleeping soundly without noticing that he was standing by her side. He sighed and stooped down, quietly picking her up. At that moment, Katherine slightly opened her eyes absentmindedly and put her arms around Marshall's neck, shrunk herself into the embrace of him. He went into the break room and put her on the bed. Katherine naturally rolled over, turned her back to Marshall and embraced the quilt set aside. he next moment, Marshall noticed that her robe was a little folded up. He then stooped down and tidied it up. s he was about to stand up, Katherine spoke out. Her voice was a little vague, and thus one could hardly tell whether she was awake or not.

"Why did I meet you in my life, Marshall?" She said.

Marshall was stunned by her words, staring at the view of her back for a long while. He somehow couldn't figure out why he met this girl in his life either. His life would be totally different if she had never appeared: he would have gotten married to Clara, a woman that he thought would be a good enough wife for him even though their relationship had not been intimate enough. What was more, his mother liked her, which meant there was no need for him to worry about the in-law relationship between them in the future. If Katherine had never appeared, his marriage with Clara would have been exceptionally successful and his child would have been born by now. His whole life would have been smooth and thriving. Thinking over all this in his head, Marshall was increasingly fidgety and depressed. Or, possibly, it was the current situation where he was in nowadays drove him so, and he just couldn't tell why.

He turned around and left the break room, going back to his seat. There was still some work that needed to be done in the afternoon, but he just didn't want to do anything by the moment. He leaned back in his chair, leaving everything behind and freeing his mind. After a few seconds, his phone dinged. Someone had messaged him. Nowadays, few people would ever contact someone via message, except advertisers and harassers. He picked up the phone and checked. He was surprised by the name that appeared on his phone. It was Clara. In the text message, she said she had just heard that Mr. Henderson came to the city yesterday, and possibly he was coming for her. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

She apologized and thought that maybe Mr. Henderson had mistaken something about her. From her text message, Marshall found that Clara described the whole thing in a pretty candid tone.

Casually, he messaged back, "Fine."

From then on, no response had been heard from the other end.