CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Chapter 119 Why Wouldn’t You Like Me

Katherine was slow to respond. It took her a few seconds to look back. She gave a smile at the sight of Marshall at the door.

She staggered over to him. "Do you want to drink now? Come here. I’ve left some for you. I knew you'd come."

Marshall turned to stare at the bed end bench, on which placed a full glass of wine. Meanwhile, the red wine bottle was almost empty, lying on the floor. Katherine had only had a little beef jerky and lunch meat, while the rest was all over the floor.

Katherine went over and clung onto the door, breathing alcohol fumes all over Marshall. "Come in if you want to drink."

Marshall tightened his grip on the doorknob. Seeing Katherine like this, he had to exert himself to fight back the desire within him. He found it hard to move his eyes away from her.

Katherine began to chuckle. "Why are you being so shy?"

After that, she reached out suddenly, grabbed Marshall’s collar, dragged him into the room, and slammed the door. She teetered and leaned against the door.

She didn’t forget to tell Marshall, "There’s only one glass left. Drink it, or it’ll be gone."

Marshall stood with his back to Katherine. "You’re drunk."

Katherine grunted, agreeing with Marshall.

She threw herself on the bed and rolled over. "I’m drunk so that I can fall asleep soon. That’s great."

Katherine was rolling in her scanty nightgown, showing all parts of her body.

Marshall breathed deeply, crouched down and tidied up the floor.

He also picked up the wine bottle.

The glass of wine in his hand, Marshall originally intended to go to the bathroom to pour it down the drain.

However, the moment he went to the bathroom door, Katherine called, "Marshall…" This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Somehow, her call made him itchy for more.

There were countless nights the two of them clinging together in bed where Katherine would also groan in a shaky voice like this when having too much fun, "Marshall…"

She might be begging for mercy, or making a complaint. After that, Katherine mumbled something, as if she was going to fall asleep. Marshall stayed put, frowned, and looked at the glass of wine. Then he finished off the wine in one gulp, turned around and walked over to Katherine. She wasn't asleep yet. She might be feeling hot, so she scratched her head and pulled at her nightgown. Marshall looked down at Katherine and turned off the lamp. He felt free to do anything he wanted in the darkness. Katherine could tell that someone helped her take off the nightgown and climbed on top of her. Although she was unable to think straight at this moment, she was aware that they couldn’t go on like this. She was so scared that she almost sobered up and pushed the man on top of her away.

But that man said, "It’s me."

Katherine paused, which seemed to be a great encouragement to Marshall. He kissed her on the lips at once, just like how he did it during the countless nights before.

In a daze, Katherine didn’t know whether she wanted to push him away or draw him closer.

She flinched a few times, and finally Marshall said in a louder voice, "Don’t move."

Katherine paused and said in a shaking voice, "Marshall."

Marshall took a deep breath and kissed her. "I’m here."

The window was open and the curtains were pulled back, the moon outside casting its rays inside. The two bodies clinging together in bed could be seen distinctly.

Katherine bit Marshall’s shoulder.

She might be biting hard, and Marshall groaned. Katherine's face was wet with tears but shad such a clear mind at this moment. Kissing her, Marshall had a salty taste on his tongue.

He stopped and asked in a hoarse voice, "You don’t want it?"

Katherine wiped her tears off. "It’s not like that."

She wrapped her arms around Marshall’s neck and said, "I just feel sad. Why won't you like me?"