Marshall was not pretending to be dopey and drowsy. At present, he was indeed as drunk as a lord.
Although he had heard Katherine's voice, he raised his arms, and embraced Katherine even
tighter, "Stopping yelling, and let's just sleep. I'm really sleepy."
Katherine pushed him away, "Fuck you, you twerp! What the hell do you want to do?"
Without any response, Marshall took advantage to hog the quilt and fell asleep again.
Katherine climbed out of the bed, went back to her own bedroom and locked the door.
"Now, what are you gonna do about it, asshole?" She murmured.
Nothing seemed to disturb Katherine anymore after the late night. She woke up in the morning, and
found no one lying beside her this time.
She got out of the bed, washed herself up and went out of the bedroom
For Marshall, he was still sleeping soundly in the guest room — it seemed that he indeed had drunk a
lot last night.
Originally, Katherine was intended to wake him up and scold him for what he had done last night.
However, as her eyes drifted down to the serene expression on Marshall's face, she didn't really do so
and left him alone on the bed.
It didn't make any sense to argue with a drunkard like him. What's more, she could have just done
better enhancing the security of her house.
Then, she went upstairs to prepare breakfast.
The breakfast was scarcely served when Marshall went down the stairs.
It was Saturday, and Marshall was off that day.
Yawning, he casually walked down the stairs and yelled, "I'm hungry, Katherine."
Katherine walked into the living room from the kitchen, with two trays loaded with food in her hands.
Hearing Marshall's words, she seemed to murmur something to herself, and shouted, "Just take your
breakfast, and then leave!"
Marshall came up and sat in front of Katherine. Looking at his share of breakfast on the table, he was
gratified to sense that he still had a place in her heart.
When they were having breakfast, Katherine said in a straightforward manner, "I have removed the
record of your fingerprints, and I don't want to see you here again, is that clear?"
Without any sense of guilt or shame, Marshall hummed, "I was drunk last night, and had no idea about
what's going on."
With a sneer, Katherine thought his explanation was not standing at all.
After having breakfast, Marshall took his seat on the sofa. Katherine cleaned up the table, and came
up, "Now, leave my house."
Marshall was off today, and thus he was not in haste to leave, "Not until Peter has come and brought
me clothes."
Indeed, he was drunk last night, and went to bed with all his clothes on. That explained why he
was looking raunchy and rumpled at the moment.
Trying her best to contain her temper, Katherine said, "But I still have work today! And I'm leaving right
now!"
Disapprovingly, Marshall answered, "Then just go, or are you worried that I'm going to turn your place
upside down?"
With a pause of hesitation, Katherine nodded, "Fine, you're free to stay here. But you must leave when
Peter arrives."
Marshall offered a speechless smile in response.
Apprehensively, Katherine left, with something that seemed to be stuck in her head. She was
seemingly worrying about something, something that she could hardly explain what it actually was.
It would be least possible that Marshall would ever steal anything from her, since even this house was
a generous gift given by him.
When Katherine got to the store, Margaret was already there.
Thanks to this diligent young girl's effort, the whole store looked neat and tidy. At that moment, she was
sitting on the chair and checking her smartphone.
Katherine came up and smiled, "What's wrong? You seem to be in trouble."
Margaret sighed, "Come and check it, the whole thing has been escalated."
Katherine got closer, and saw that it was again the things about the divorce of Khalid and Frances.
The Grants had made an official announcement to the public that the two had already divorced due to
their personality clashes, and that their interaction in the hospital was based on nothing more than
merely a friend relationship. That was all the new report said.
Previously, the divorce of Marshall had nearly blown up the Internet, and now the same thing came to
his father Khalid. Needless to say, there would definitely be another round of heated debate online.
Katherine didn't feel like to check the comments of those netizens at the moment, since she knew that
there would be only sharp criticism and execrable humiliation left by them.
She stood up straight, walked to the counter to clean it up and said, "Well, for me, it is only the Grants'
own affair. However, those faineant online users may not think the way that I do, even though it has
nothing to do with them."
Margaret nodded, "Indeed. Damn, they are really going too far leaving such hateful comments.
Honestly, it's such an eyesore even to me, an outsider. I'm wondering how the Grants will feel watching
all these harsh comments."
'Well, at least they won't be happy.' Thought Katherine.
Recalling what had happened last night, Katherine thought that maybe it was exactly the reason why
Marshall got himself drunk last night.
Marshall had long been a moderate drinker, who could control himself not to drink too much even on
the dining table together with his business partners.
It was another terribly busy forenoon, and Katherine left all those things about the Grants behind and
focused on her work.
However, by noon, Marshall came to the store, with takeaways in his hands. He stepped inside, and
said, "It seems that I'm right on time to be here. Come on, let's have lunch."
Margaret was quite delighted to see him, "Hey, Mr. Grant! It's so nice for you to bring us lunch!"
Katherine, standing by the counter, said, "What brings you here?"
Putting all those things on the table as if he was not listening, Marshall answered, "Have you noticed
that you always say the same thing every time you see me."
Indeed, 'what brings you here' and 'what are you doing here' were absolutely the most common words
that were repeatedly said by Katherine to greet Marshall.
Katherine gave no response. Marshall, without looking at Katherine, continued, "Neither have I eaten
anything for lunch, nor do I want to go back home at the moment. That's the reason why I'm here: I'm
looking for someone to have lunch with."
Katherine sneered, "You mean that Peter is not even counted as 'someone', don't you?"
Marshall laughed, "Well, he has recently been busy chasing after girl, and thus don't have time to hang
with me."
His words caught Katherine's interest and curiosity and made her wonder what kind of girl did
Peter really like.
She jogged towards the two. Marshall delivered her a pair of chopsticks, and Margaret was already
glutting herself with delicacies.
Katherine took her seat by the side of Margaret, and Margaret hummed, "It's delicious. Damn, I'm
almost starved!"
Afterwards, Katherine did not say anything, and Marshall, not seemingly in a good mood, was also
eating things and remained as silent as the grave.
Margaret was curious about the things of the Grants. She turned to Marshall, "Mr. Grant, I have just
looked up those news reports about your parents. Honestly, it's looking grim."
Marshall answered flatly, "Oh, isn't it? I haven't check it yet."
Margaret heaved a sigh, "I know that feeling. It would be quite disturbing and frustrating to be open to
criticism."
Marshall tilted a little bit of his mouth as a response.
Katherine pondered, and said, "Hey, is everything OK with your mom?"
Marshall, with a pause, answered, "She is doing fine. My grandfather will keep an eye on her."
Yesterday, it was all thanks to the Masons who came that Frances could be
stopped from being mischievous at the end.
Giving a few bites of food, Marshall stopped eating, leaned on the chair and looked at the two ladies.
Margaret raised her head and asked, "Are you finished?"
Marshall exhaled and said, "I've no appetite for the moment."
The reason was clear: it was all because of his kittle mom. Thanks to her mom, the divorce of Marshall
and Katherine was once again raked up by the netizen.
The Grant Family was once distinguished and reputable, while now it has become notorious due to the
affairs of Khalid and Marshall.
Recalling how Frances behaved yesterday, Katherine thought it was indeed a difficult task to deal with
the likes of Frances.
Katherine took a few sighs, and put down the chopsticks either, "Then, how about your grandma? Was
she angry about that?"
Marshall sneered, and thought the answer was clear enough. Yesterday, when he got into the main
house, he saw her grandma beating her breast and saying that she was almost choked by the matter.
Khalid also sat aside with a pulled face. He had long been a well-tempered and tolerant man,
and seldom had he ever registered such an expression on his face, not even when Frances caused
any other troubles before.
Now, it seemed that even the most forbearing two were now turning against Frances.
After a while, Marshall looked at Margaret and said, "I've asked people to check your affair."
Hearing that, Margaret looked up at him in haste.
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