No response from Peter since the last message Katherine had sent. Maybe he was busy, and maybe
he was not
Katherine clenched her phone in her hands, waited for a while, and put it aside in the end. She began
to realize what she was doing was out of her loneliness and void, and that she was still under the
impact of divorce. All of these were the reasons why she was busy finding someone to hang with.
However, no matter how hard she tried to get herself out of the dilemma, dust had settled: she had
already divorced Marshall, a man who had abandoned her, and turned his back on her forever.
All these thoughts stuck in her head that everything she was currently doing was completely a waste of
time. She picked up the glass, drank it up and stood up. By coincidence, the singer had also finished
his last song and was coming down from the stage.
On their way back to the entrance, Katherine and the singer, with a guitar on his back, met each other
face to face.
The singer smiled at Katherine, "Good evening."
Katherine nodded and said, "I love the English song that you just sang, although I know nothing about
its meaning."
The singer laughed out and asked, "Thank you! Did you came here alone?"
"Yes. How about let’s take a walk for a while?" Katherine said.
The singer was a little surprised since it was first time he met such a beautiful lady.
He smiled again and answered, "Why not?"
The two walked out of the bar, and met with Peter after a few steps onwards. Peter, being hasty and
panting, was possibly heading his way to the bar, and was stunned to see that there was a stranger
standing beside Katherine.
Katherine, looking at Peter frankly, stepped forwards and said, "I thought that you were not coming."
Peter sighed, "I'm just worrying about your safety."
The singer was somehow still in an easy mood meeting Peter. He asked Katherine, "Is he your friend?"
Katherine nodded at the singer, and turned to Peter, "How about you come with us and take a walk?"
Peter pursed his lips and said, "I'm fine. You guys go ahead." Turning to the singer and looking at him
up and down, he said in a courteous manner, "Please accompany my sister back to the hotel later, dear
mister."
"Sure thing." The singer answered gently.
Sneakingly, Peter fixed his eyes on the back of the two and followed them for some distance, finding
that they had gone to the seaside. He then headed to Marshall's room at top speed.
Marshall was a little surprised to see Peter again, since it was late and previously they had already
finished talking about their work.
Panting, Peter gritted his teeth and said, "Your wife…No! Your ex-wife, she was dating another
unknown man, at the seaside! I saw it myself!"
Marshall then nodded and asked, "So what?"
Peter was dumbed, "What do you mean by 'so what'? Don't you want to go and have a check for
yourself?"
Marshall sneered and silently shut the door. Peter then panically clapped on the door and said to
Marshall through the door, "Hey! She was alone out there! You hear me? Your ex-wife, a woman, was
hanging around out there alone! Don't you ever worry about her safety?"
Marshall chose to remain silent, while Peter was not going to give up so easily. He continued, "Hey!
Think about it, what if she finds herself another one out there? Is it really something you wanted to
see?"
There was still no response from inside. Peter opened his mouth and was about to say something,
while felt it hard to speak out those words stuck inside of his heart: it was a matter between Marshall
and Katherine, and if he dared to keep sightlessly persuading any of the two, the outcome might be
worse.
After a while, Peter took a deep breath and said, "You know what, Marshall, she is a really impulsive
girl, who has just come to the end of her marriage. I'm really worried that she is going to do something
stupid to get herself out of the extreme void and loneliness."
No answer was heard from the room. Marshall then lowered her voice and said, “Fine, It's late, I'm
leaving now. Good night, and take care of yourself and get some rest."
Marshall was standing in front of the other side of the door with an expressionless face. Hearing no
response outside the door for a while, he then turned around and headed into the bathroom.
Nakedly, he stood under the shower head, closing his eyes and feeling the drips pouring on his body.
The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, turning off the tap, wiping himself up and getting
himself dressed at full speed. Picking up his phone from the table, he walked out of his room and
headed his way.
He was acting so fast that the whole process only took him less than ten minutes.
He dialed Katherine again and again as he was on his way, while no one answered the phone.
Scarcely, Marshall shouted out, "Fuck!"
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