Marshall put down his chopsticks and only looked at Katherine.
There was no change in his expression, and his emotion seemed to be quite calm, considering what
Katherine had just said.
Katherine gigged and asked, "What? Are you mad at me because I'm telling the truth?”
"No" Marshall answered with a stern look, "I'm actually quite happy if you think this way, otherwise I'd
feel guilty.”
Katherine's smile faded. She looked around as if she didn't know how to response.
Marshall stared at the food in Katherine's plate. She hadn't eaten much.
Marshall asked, "Why are you stopping? Are you full?”
Katherine putted down the spoon, "I'm already full.”
Marshall called the waiter over for the checks.
Katherine peeked with the corner of her eyes to check whether that man had putted away the phone
that took pictures of them.
Katherine didn't know what the man could get from this.
Drugging somebody was despicable.
If the other party didn’t fell for your trap, one should really behave themselves.
They just had to bring this up to the table, did they wanted to throw away both their dignity and
reputation.
Katherine didn't understand why he would followed him here and expose himself.
After Marshall paid the meal. Katherine stood up and took Marshall's arm.
Marshall lowered her eyelids and looked at her arm. A few seconds later, he took Katherine's hand and
held it.
Katherine almost laughed out.
Sometimes Marshall could be very clever.
They walked out of the diner hand-in-hand. When they passed by the man who was following them,
Katherine raised her hand, lightly fist punched Marshall’s shoulder.
She pouted and said, "Why did you have to upset me like that on the plane that day? If you do that
again, I will pretend not to know you and flirt with other handsome boys again!”
Marshall smiled and said in a very subtle way, "No, you wouldn’t."
Instead of warning, it sounded more like bragging.
The two left the restaurant, talking and laughing.
Katherine still held onto Marshall's hand while they were out of the restaurant.
She held tight to Marshall’s hand and her body was leaning against his arm.
They didn't talk, but Katherine's smile was getting brighter.
She just wanted to make Marshall felt nervous and uncomfortable.
Since he wanted her to help him, so he shouldn’t expected Katherine to be 100% obedient.
She used to be this goody good girl, but now she got divorce paper at hand.
Katherine feared and cared nothing now.
When the two entered the elevator, Marshall then said, "You can let go of my hand now?”
Katherine looked up at Marshall, "What? Let go of you? We are in public places now! We should be
acting like a loving couple. Isn’t this a normal thing for couples to hold their hands?”
Marshall pursed his lips. He wanted to say something, but he eventually gave up.
Katherine and Marshall went out of the elevator. Their room were in different directions of the corridor.
At the elevator door, Katherine finally let go of his hand.
She turned away decisively and walked to his own room. As she walked, she waved to Marshall who
was standing behind her, "Mr. Grant, please excuse me. I need to get back to my room now. Call me if
you needed anything.”
Seeing Katherine acted so cool, everything that just happened was an act.
She looked so cool about all these. Marshall was more convinced that she was just acting.
Marshall looked at the back of her for quite a while. Then he walked back into his own room.
The computer was still on the table, and there were documents waited for him to be read.
He wasn't in the mood to go over them at all.
Marshall came out after he finished taking the shower, stood by the window and stared outside
It was very hot outside, and it was quiet. There was no tourists on the beach now.
Peter sneaked over and knocked on the door later on. He asked, "Boss, did she agree?”
Marshall thought for a while about Katherine's attitude. Yes, she did kind of agreed.
He nodded slowly. "Kind of…”
Peter heard it and let out a long sigh, "Good. I like her, and I don't like seeing other women standing
next to you…"
He made eye contact with Marshall, Peter couldn’t finish what he wanted to say.
Marshall had no expression on his face. "Why did you like her so much? What's to like about her?"
Peter pursed his lips and stared at Marshall.
He knew Marshall wasn't grilling him, judging by the expression.
It was just a simple question.
So he replied, "She was kind, polite, and beautiful.”
Marshall hummed. He turned and picked up his phone. "You're superficial," he said.
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