Cora suddenly fell in silence.
Khalid added, "I had no other feelings for you. We can be friends, but I don't think we can take a further
step."
He hesitated for a while and said sorry.
It took Cora a while to say, "So, your choice is Frances."
Khalid sighed, "It has nothing to do with her. She doesn't get to decide my feelings for you."
Cora sneered, "Really?"
Khalid didn't know what she was questioning. Soon, she added, "Then do you love Frances?"
Khalid paused.
He wondered if he liked Frances. The answer was positive. No matter how many dramas Frances had
made, he still loved her after the 30 years they had spent together.
Khalid didn't say anything, but Cora knew what his silence meant.
She said regretfully, "Can you be like you were in the old days? You would've divorced if you were right
for each other. No matter how much a person has changed, certain things in their bones will always
remain the same."
Khalid didn't want to talk about this. He seemed calm when it came to his relationship, but actually, he
was struggling.
He said, "I'm going to be honest. Frances and I loved each other. Our divorce is not completely on her.
I was responsible for it, too. I'm not sure where we are heading to, but take it one step at a time."
Cora still wanted to say something, only to be interrupted by Khalid. He said, "It's getting late. You
should go to bed now."
He was ending this call.
Cora paused. She had no choice but to agree. Khalid then hung up the phone.
He put the phone aside and seemed to be in a daze.
In Katherin's bedroom, Marshall told her what he had known when he was out this time.
Katherin listened very carefully, but she couldn't find the connection among those things.
Marshall didn't want her to know that much. She was pregnant, and she needed to keep peaceful and
healthy.
He can handle the chaos.
After reporting, he inclined to Kathrine and said, "K, do you love me?"
Katherin was surprised, wondering why he asked that question so suddenly and for no reason.
She frowned. "What's wrong?"
Marshall said, "Why don't you want to remarry me? I just don't get it."
Katherin pursed his mouth and looked at Marshall. Her expression became severe, too.
After a few seconds of temptation, she said, "I love you... no matter how many times you've failed me.
I'm not going to lie to you... it's true that I still love you, but it's also true that I don't want to remarry
you."
Katherin said as her gaze softened. "I need a backup plan for myself. I think it's good for you and me to
keep everything the way they are. Someday when you realize that your remarry proposal is just a fling,
you can leave, and I don't have to take too much. I won't be able to take it if we get married and then
divorced again."
She had been through that once, and she didn't want to do that again.
Marshall looked at Katherin. His expression was complicated. "You don't trust me."
Katherin smiled. "I trust you... but I don't trust myself. Marshall, I don't think I can always keep you by
my side."
She said it very calmly, but he could feel the regrets and grievances in her tone.
Marshall felt that maybe his thoughts were too simplistic.
The damage he had done to Katherin during that 300 days needed more than days' care and a few
promises to amend.
Marshall sighed and held Katherin in his arms, "You know, I was so timid when facing you because I'm
afraid I'll lose you."
Katherin pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
Love was complicated. Marshall hadn't learned it through, and Katherin wasn't an expert of it, either.
They were exploring, so it was inevitable that they would go through rains and shines.
Katherin knew she might seem a bit dramatic because Marshall had been sincere enough, and
because she was already pregnant.
However, she just wanted to follow her heart this time. She had given in to him so many times, and it
was her turn to be willful.
The two didn't talk much. Katherin had been interrupted by Frances when she was about to sleep. Now
when she felt sleepy, she could no longer hold it.
Marshall let Katherin sit down, and he went to wash.
Soon after Marshall entered the bathroom, his phone rang on the nightstand.
Marshall didn't hear it over the sound of showering.
Katherine was sunk in sleep, but the phone buzzed on the nightstand and woke her up.
Katherin squinted and reached for the phone. She picked it up without checking who that was. "What's
wrong?"
No one was speaking on the other side. Katherin held for a second and said, "Please speak."
Two seconds later, Clara's voice came out. "It's me."
Katherin's head was still spinning. "Who's that?"
She didn't mean it. She just hadn't figured out who that was.
Clara took a deep breath and repeated, "It's me, Clara."
Katherin frowned. She tried hard to get her head clear.
She asked, "It's you? What's up?"
Clara hummed and said, "Is Marshall with you? I need to talk to him."
Katherin turned over and looked at the bathroom, "He's showering."
Clara said, "Forget it. I'll call him tomorrow."
Katherin hung up without saying a word.
She wondered why Clara called her in the middle of the night and affected her sleep.
Katherin put the phone on Marshall's half bed. Then she turned over and fell asleep.
Marshall came out quietly and put on his PJ. As soon as he walked over, he saw his phone had been
moved.
He thought for a while. Then he took it over and had a look. The call log showed that Clara had called.
The call lasted less than a minute. Katherin must have picked it up.
He muted the phone and put it back on the nightstand. Then he lay down and hugged Katherin from
behind.
Katherin was awakened. She hummed and said in drowsiness, "It's annoying."
Marshall added, "Yeah. Calling in the middle of the night? Can you believe that?"
Katherin couldn't help but smile, "You are the one who hooked up with everybody and got me
annoyed."
Marshall kissed Katherin on the back his her head. "I'm not hooking up with everyone. I just want you,
and I don't have time for others."
Katherin didn't want to argue with him. She moved and found a comfortable position. Then she fell
asleep again.
She slept so well that she didn't even know when Marshall had left in the morning.
Katherin felt sluggish today. She tossed around on the bed and didn't want to get up.
After a while, the door was opened. Frances sneaked in, wearing her PJ.
surprised, Katherin looked at her in surprise. "Haven't you slept well? Look at the dark circles under
your eyes!"
Frances pursed his lips. "No, I haven't. I have something to discuss with you, which kept me awake
almost the whole night."
Katherin chuckled before Frances could say anything. "What did your ex-husband have done to make
you so anxious?"
62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda