CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times novel Chapter 379

It was already late when Katherine arrived at her workplace. Working around the store for a while, she found that it was about time to get off.

She let Margaret leave first, and stayed in the store alone for a while.

The swift passage of time made her feel that she had sleepwalked the day.

Hanging out a shingle read 'close', she sat by the window and looked out.

The floor installation shop opposite was still opening. Sitting inside of her store, Katherine could see that the young male clerk was showing his customers around the shop.

Somehow, such a scene got her caught in envy. The shopkeeper was a zealous man. His son was simple and pure, and his wife was virtuous and capable. Together, they drew a picture of a harmonious and happy family.

Katherine sat cross-legged on the chair, and heaved a sigh. It was exactly all she wanted, but unfortunately, it seemed that she just couldn't get this little dream fulfilled no matter how hard she tried.

Life was tough when she was in her original family, but, somehow, things didn't seem to turn out better even though she married into a rich family.

Indeed, life was always tough.

Not until the sky was completely dark did Katherine leave the store and go back to her house.

It was dark inside the house. As she unlocked the front door and stepped into the living room, she was frightened to see that there was a man sitting on the sofa in the dark.

In panic, she pressed down the switch of the lights set aside the door.

The man, sitting on the sofa, raised his hand to protect his eyes from the sudden bright light.

It was Marshall. Angrily, Katherine shouted, "What's wrong with you, Marshall? Whatever you fucking doing in my house? I warn you, if I ever see you in my house again, I will call the police, and I'm serious!"

Putting down his hand slowly, Marshall answered, "Hey, stop yelling like that. I have done nothing."

His indifferent tone even added more fuel to the flaming anger inside of Katherine.

She looked around, but failed to find herself any weapons. Then, she walked to the front of Marshall, caught him by the shoulder and tried with the most of her strength to lift him up from the sofa, "Get out! I said, get out! You're not allowed to stay here, I don't want to see you anymore!"

Without struggling, Marshall took the advantage and caught Katherine by her wrists.

He then asked in a sneering tone, "Then tell me who do you want to see the most? Is he Hector, or Lucas?"

His words stunned Katherine, "Go fuck yourself, asshole! Leave my place!"

Smiling, Marshall raised his fingers and pinched Katherine's chin. Then, Katherine tossed her head to shake off the fingers on her chin.

Marshall uttered, "I warn you, Katherine. I'm going out for a business trip the next two days, and I've sent someone to keep an eye on you. When I return, if I find that you've been messing around with another guy out there, I won't let you off."

Katherine glared at him, and growled, "Screw you! Leave my place and get yourself some mental assistance, you nut!"

Adding strength to his hands, Marshall tried to drag Katherine into his arms, "I'm serious, you little mischievous daring. I swear I'll make you regret it if you ever dare to fool around with others!"

He had given a lot of thoughts to those words given by Lucas, and turned about everything between Katherine and himself before he decided to come.

Katherine was a lukewarm woman, and in Marshall's opinion, if he did want to win her back, he must try things in a hard way.

"I said, get the fuck out of here!" Katherine roared, and pushed him away.

With a meaningful smile hanging on his face, Marshall chuckled, "You'd better keep that in mind."

Saying so, he fixed his collar and brushed past Katherine.

Just as Katherine had asked, he left the house, without saying anything else.

Standing there with her teeth gritted, Katherine was more than irritated at the moment.

A while later, in haste, she went to lock up the door and windows of the house.

She had no idea how Marshall broke in this time.

She also checked the fingerprint record of the intelligent lock, and there was no registration of Marshall's fingerprints.

Grating her teeth, she didn't know how to air her grievances.

Stepping out of the house, Marshall walked quite a distance to reach his car.