Katherine was super hungry. She just took a sip of the tea and didn’t touch the snacks at all at the
designer’s house just now. She sat down, paying no attention to Mrs. Grant or Clara. All she wanted to
do now was eat. Detail-oriented actor as he was, Marshall put food in Katherine’s bowl from time to
time.
He even leaned over and said in a low voice, "Eat slowly or you’ll have an upset stomach later."
At this moment, Old Mrs. Grant cast a look at Katherine. "Kathy, I made a doctor's appointment for you.
When Marshall has the day off, ask him to go with you. You need to treat your stomach problem as
soon as possible."
Katherine looked up at "Grandmother". At first, she thought she wasn’t serious when she had talked of
it last time. Katherine never expected her to be so efficient.
Marshall chimed in at this point, "Alright."
Clara looked up at Katherine and Marshall, emotionless. Katherine slowed down. It seemed that
something popped into her mind. She picked up a piece of streaky pork and bit the lean meat off,
leaving the fat there.
She held the fat to Marshall’s lips and grumbled in a flirtatious tone, "This is too greasy. Have it."
Mrs. Grant, who was sitting across them was stunned and said, "Just leave it there if you don’t like it.
How can you give somebody else the food you just took a bite?"
Katherine was still holding the fat to Marshall’s lips. "How can I? It’s not the first time Marshall has had
the food I bite. After all, we’re a couple."
Katherine said seriously, but she couldn’t be happier inside. She just wanted to disgust everyone,
including Marshall. Marshall looked at the fat to his lips, then at Katherine. Katherine was staring
innocently at him, but there was also complacency in her eyes. Marshall opened his mouth and ate the
fat.
Satisfied, Katherine reached out to wipe off the non-existent grease on his lips. "My hubby is getting
sweeter. I’m blessed!"
Cool as a cucumber, Marshall picked up a piece of meat, bit the fat off, and put the rest to Katherine’s
lips. "This is what I should do. Here, have this."
Katherine paused and blinked before opening her mouth and having the meat. Both of them gulped the
meat down. How the two were even. However, the looks on Mrs. Grant and Clara’s faces were of
profound significance. Annoyed, Mrs. Grant pulled a long face. She was no longer in the mood of
talking, but focused on eating. Clara pursed her lips, slightly embarrassed. She took a few bites and
couldn’t help but look up at Marshall again. Most of the time, he showed little emotion while eating, but
just now, Clara saw him smiling. The way he smiled was different from when he smiled at Katherine on
the sofa a little while ago. This time, Marshall was smiling more naturally and willingly. Clara took a
deep breath to calm herself down. It didn’t take long for the dinner to be over.
Once Old Mrs. Grant put down her chopsticks, the others also did. After that, the group of people
lounged on the sofa for a while. Now that it was dark outside, Clara got up to leave. Mrs. Grant also got
up immediately and said, "Marshall, since it’s so late, send Clara back home." Old Mrs. Grant cast a
glance at Mrs. Grant with resentment. However, Mrs. Grant didn’t notice that at all, but stared at
Marshall. Naturally, Marshall couldn’t turn down the proposal, so he agreed. Clara smiled at Marshall
before the two went out. Katherine rose to her feet and touched her stomach. "I’ve had too much. I’m
going back to my room now."
She walked upstairs and stopped at the stairway on the second floor.
As expected, Old Mrs. Grant’s voice came from downstairs a while later. "You’re such an airhead!"
Usually, Old Mrs. Grant didn’t speak like this. She always obeyed the rules and lived an elegant life.
Even when she was upset, she didn’t say mean words.
Apparently, Mrs. Grant was stunned. "Mom, what did I do?"
Old Mrs. Grant sounded helpless. "Why are you still helping Clara? Do you want Marshall and
Katherine to give the game away sooner?"
Mrs. Grant replied in a low voice, "I don’t."
She thought for a while before saying, "I just like Clara because she’s so much better than Katherine.
Didn’t you see how disgusting she was at the dinner?"
Old Mrs. Grant said faintly, "She didn’t ask you to have the meat, so why are you disgusted by that?
After all, they’re a couple and it was a consensual act. Why do you have to get into that?"
Katherine was satisfied with Old Mrs. Grant’s attitude, she went back to her room with a smile.
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