CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Chapter 120 I’m not Interested in Her

In a daze, the two of them had tossed about in bed during the whole night, and barely stopped. The next morning, they had both overslept. Downstairs, Old Mrs. Grant and Mrs. Grant learned from the servant that neither Marshall nor Katherine had gone downstairs yet. Both were surprised. It was totally understandable that Katherine hadn’t got up, but this had never happened to Marshall before. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Mrs. Grant supposed that Marshall was ill, so she got up immediately. "I’ll go up and see."

Old Mrs. Grant nodded. "OK."

Mrs. Grant went upstairs at once, finding that both Katherine and Marshall’s doors were shut.

Mrs. Grant went to knock on Marshall’s door, keeping her voice down. "Marshall, are you awake? Are you sick?"

She knocked a few times and Marshall’s door remained closed, while Katherine’s door opened instead.

It was Marshall who went out of Katherine’s room. He buttoned up his pajamas and said in a hoarse voice, "I overslept."

Mrs. Grant froze on the spot.

Marshall went over with a casual air, opened the door and walked into his own room. He went straight to the bathroom. Her eyes wide open as she looked at Marshall, then at Katherine’s door. Curious, Mrs. Grant opened the door quietly and looked into the room. Katherine was still in bed under the quilt, seeming to be sleeping. Mrs. Grant would never believe that nothing had happened last night when a man and a woman were in the same room.

She turned pale and went into Marshall’s room immediately. "Why were you in Katherine’s room last night?"

Marshall finished washing up and went out of the bathroom. "I was drunk."

"You were drunk?" Surprise was written all over Mrs. Grant’s face.

Marshall didn’t make an explanation, but looked down at the time and found that he was so late for work. He took the phone, made a call to Peter to tell him what to do, and went over to his closet for clothes. Mrs. Grant went in and closed the door behind her.

She lowered her voice. "Tell me the truth. Did you… last night?"

Marshall knew what Mrs. Grant meant and remained silent. There was no need to put that on the table.

Mrs. Grant clenched her teeth. "How could you… How could you… You two are divorced."

Marshall said nothing, took out his clothes and looked back at her, which meant he needed to get changed while Mrs. Grant needed to leave him alone.

At this moment, Mrs. Grant was so angry that her hands were trembling. She was still standing there. "Did she seduce you? I knew this vixen would do something to you. I’ve always known this…"

"I did that to her," Marshall explained.

Mrs. Grant was stunned, while Marshall went on, "I drank too much last night and walked into the wrong room."

Mrs. Grant was dumbfounded. Before she could say anything, Marshall added, "I need to get changed."

Mrs. Grant gasped before she turned to leave.

Just when she reached the door, Marshall said, "Don’t pick on her. She didn’t start it."

Mrs. Grant paused for a few seconds, opened the door and left. She stopped at Katherine’s door. She had a sudden urge to pull that bitch out of bed and give her a lesson or slap her across the face. However, Mrs. Grant was no fool. She knew she wouldn’t gain the upper hand if she made a scene now. Because Marshall hadn’t left yet. He wouldn’t allow her to pick on Katherine. Besides, Katherine was no longer that good-for-nothing now. She might even make a bigger scene. Or rather, she would claim that it was Marshall who had got drunk and raped her. It could go either way. That underbred woman could do anything. Mrs. Grant’s mind was in a turmoil. Millions of ideas flashed across her mind, but she did nothing and waited Marshall to get out of his room.

Mrs. Grant stepped forward and asked the most critical question, "Marshall, tell mom honestly. Do you like Katherine now?"

Marshall stared at Mrs. Grant with a frown.

Mrs. Grant seemed anxious. "Is that so? Are you interested in her now?"

She clicked her tongue. "That kind of girl can never deserve you. Let me tell you something. Even if you remarry as a divorcé, you will definitely find someone far better than Katherine."

Then Mrs. Grant talked about Clara, "Did you have a chat with Clara when you sent her home yesterday? Clara is better than Katherine in every way, and she is exactly the kind of eligible daughter- in-law we’re looking for. Marshall, in us Grant’s Family, you’re the…"

"Don’t worry," Marshall interrupted Mrs. Grant, "I’m not interested in her."

Katherine, who was leaning against the door with bare feet in the room, heard every word the two people outside spoke.