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Chapter 55 Every Dog Has Its Day



Chapter 55 Every Dog Has Its Day

In the late afternoon, Peter ordered the room service for them.

He ordered some dishes and brought them over to Marshall and Katherine’s room.

Leaning against the bedhead, Katherine was playing the game.

She heard someone was outside, but she pretended that she heard nothing and didn’t move.

Marshall knocked on the door in a while, “It’s time to have dinner.”

Katherine then looked away from her phone and landed her sight on Marshall.

She didn’t know how to put it, but somehow, she felt that this scene had played out before.

The thing was the time, circumstances and characters had just swapped.

Marshall would always stay in the study room after work and she had to call him when it was time for dinner.

She dared not to enter his study room, so she would just knock on the door and tell him from outside.

Katherine withdrew her sight and said, “Okay, I’ll be out when this match is over.”

Marshall didn’t say anything and just turned around.

He had said the same thing before. ‘Okay. I’ll be downstairs when I finish reading this file.’

But oftentimes than not, he would go downstairs after she was done with her dinner.

Katherine was mentally inferior back then and always wondered if it was just because Marshall didn’t want to see her, so he deliberately avoided having dinner with her.

Katherine would get downcast just thinking about this.

Katherine didn’t win the match and was game over just after Marshall went out.

She took a deep breath while putting down her phone and got off the bed.

Peter and Marshall were both sitting by the table, but neither of them started eating.

It looked like that they waited for her.

Kathrine went out and directly sat down.

Marshall then spoke, “Let’s eat.”

Peter whispered to Katherine, “He won’t even let me eat before you showed up.”

Katherine responded, “My bad.”

Peter paused and didn’t expect that she would react this way.

After pausing for a while, he explained lowly, “I wasn’t blaming you.”

Katherine didn’t say anything and just focused on eating.

Peter ordered a soup to nourish her stomach, but it didn’t taste good, so Katherine just had some and gave up.

Marshall just concentrating on eating, but seeing that Kathrine had put down the spoon, he uttered indifferently, “Finish it.”

Though he wasn’t saying it nicely, he didn’t sound offensive.

Katherine frowned slightly and glanced at Marshall.

Marshall didn’t look at her and was having his meal.

Katherine thought for a bit and chose to pick up the spoon. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Peter took a glimpse at them secretly and felt that the atmosphere was weird.

Peter meant to cut the tension but dared not to speak.

After finishing the dinner, Peter threw an excuse and just left.

Katherine went back to her room and looked out of the window.

There were quite a lot of people sauntering by the sea now.

The nightlife was just about to begin.

Wearing radiation-proof glasses, Marshall was still looking at his laptop.

Katherine didn’t even pay heed to him and directly walked to the door.

But after she just landed her hand on the doorknob, Marshall spoke, “Where are you off to?”

Katherine stopped without turning back, “Go out and have fun.”

Marshall pushed the laptop away and gazed at Katherine.

She was already quite petite before, and now, coupled with the hospitalization, she looked even weaker.

Marshall meant to say some unpleasant words, but seeing her this way, he just paused and forced back his words.

“We’re on the same team now. I hope you can mind your behaviors.”

Katherine smiled and opened the door, “Got it.”

Then she just got out and closed the door.

Marshall remained poker-faced and didn’t even frown.

After stopping for a while, Marshall resumed reading the files.

He wasn’t affected at all.

As long as Katherine can control herself and didn’t cause trouble for him, he didn’t care where did she go.


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