Great. Now Lucas had also learned to sow discord between them.
Marshall put on a plastic smile and replied, "Yeah, I was telling the people in the warehouse what to do.
There were many details they must attend to, so it took me some time."
Marshall’s detailed explanation, on the contrary, sounded weird.
Lucas didn’t pay much attention to it and nodded. "Well, alright. I’m going home now. It’s time for you
guys to have dinner, right?"
Katherine nodded at him.
When Lucas went away, Katherine turned to Marshall. "Who were you calling that took you so much
time? Were you talking with Clara?"
Marshall intended to explain the situation to Katherine. However, once his gaze fell upon her face, he
paused and was suddenly lost for words.
Then he gave an ambiguous explanation. "We were talking about something serious."
So he acquiesced in what Katherine said.
Katherine snorted, "Of course you were talking about something serious." After that, she changed the
topic. "Alright, let’s go. Dinner should be ready."
Marshall felt a little disappointed. He originally assumed that Katherine would ask him what he had
talked about with Clara, or that she would ask him to give the details of their conversation.
But she didn’t. She was as big-hearted as usual, which upset him.
Marshall compressed his lips and went back to the main building with Katherine. The food was ready,
and Old Mrs. Grant was about to have the maid call Katherine to dinner.
Katherine greeted her with a smile and then walked into the dining room. Seeing her behaving like this,
Marshall couldn’t feel more frustrated.
Why wouldn’t she get jealous?
Marshall had never found it so hard to make someone jealous. He racked his brains, but Katherine
remained untouchable to him.
Marshall didn’t like that feeling. He had never felt so helpless in business world.
During dinner, Katherine said that Khalid didn’t come back on time. Old Mrs. Grant said, "He might
have gone to Frances."
Katherine paused, her lips curving into a smirk. "Khalid is quite efficient."
Old Mrs. Grant sighed helplessly, "They don’t know how to make their marriage work without divorcing
each other."
Marshall threw a look at Katherine because what Old Mrs. Grant said also applied to their relationship.
Katherine, nonetheless, didn’t take it personally and nodded. "But I think it’s good for them. They’ll
know better how to get along with each other after this."
Old Mrs. Grant said, "Yeah, I don’t think it’ll be long before they remarry." Her gaze darted between
Katherine and Marshall. "Since they’re going to remarry, what about you two?"
Katherine chuckled, "Well, I’m good. I’m in no rush to get into a relationship now."
Marshall put his foot in his mouth. "I’m in no rush either."
Surprised, Katherine turned to look at Marshall for a few seconds before nodding with a smile. "Well, I
see."
Marshall’s heart skipped a beat.
Then she added, "That’s great. Finally, we reach an agreement."
Old Mrs. Grant saw this scene and heaved a sigh, regretting having mentioned this subject. Not only
didn’t she improve Katherine and Marshall’s relationship, but she made herself upset.
From then on, there was an awkward silence at the table. When the dinner was over, Old Mrs. Grant
went to the garden to take a walk, while Katherine stretched herself carefully and said, "I just had a
walk in the garden. I’m exhausted. I just want to go to bed."
Marshall chimed in at once, "I’ll go with you."
Katherine shot a glance at him. "OK." She looked totally normal and calm, and she was still talking to
him, but somehow, Marshall felt even more upset.
The two of them went back to the bedroom. Katherine put on her pajamas, took out her phone and
checked the news.
Marshall hesitated for a moment and sat on the bed. "How was your day? Did the baby behave
himself? Was he good?" He was trying so hard to start a conversation.
Katherine moved her gaze from her phone to his face and replied calmly, "Not bad. The baby was
good. At least I haven’t felt sick so far. The family doctor said that my underbelly would grow larger
gradually, and I might get tired later."
It seemed that she wasn’t angry at what he had said at the dinner table a while ago, but somehow,
Marshall wished she could be upset about it, which meant she was jealous.
But how come that woman wasn’t disturbed at all?
Marshall managed to continue the conversation, but after a while, he had nothing to say.
At this moment, his phone vibrated. He took it out and got up, saying, "I’m going to the study. Sleep
early. I have some business to take care of."
Katherine replied without even glancing at him, "OK. Go ahead with your business."
Then Marshall left the room.
After a few seconds, Katherine put down her phone and pulled a long face.
Was he challenging her to some weird kind of competition?
He was riding the high horse now, and it was time to teach him a lesson.
Katherine got out of bed to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she turned off the light.
Since there was nothing fun to read online, she might as well go to sleep.
Marshall didn’t stay long in his study. He just made a few calls, texted his men, and read through the
papers sent to him.
When he came back to the bedroom again, he was stunned as he opened the door.
Katherine had already turned off the light and fallen asleep.
Marshall came over to the bed and called her in a whisper without turning on the light, but she didn’t
react. Now he was convinced that she wasn’t bothered with what he had said at the table at all, or she
wouldn’t have fallen asleep so early.
Marshall breathed a sigh helplessly, stepped softly towards the bathroom to wash up before he came
back and went to bed.
Katherine was lying on her side with her back to him. Marshall thought for a moment and took her in his
arms, while she turned over automatically and snuggled up to him.
The next moment, she woke up, looked up at him and mumbled, "You feel so cold." After that, she
maneuvered her body into a comfortable position and fell asleep again.
Marshall stroked her head and whispered, "Aren’t you a hard nut to crack? Why is it so hard to make
you jealous?"
It was unknown whether Katherine heard it or not, but there was no response.
Katherine had a good sleep that night, while Marshall didn’t.
He was emotionally unfulfilled.
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