CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Chapter 476 Who Are You Asking about?

Marshall came back with Khalid at noon. They didn’t see Katherine or Frances when they walked into the house and asked at the same time, "Where is she?"

Sitting on the couch, Old Mrs. Grant heard them and looked up. "Who are you asking about? Katherine or Frances?"

Marshall and Khalid exchanged glances. Marshall chuckled, while Khalid felt a little embarrassed.

Marshall replied first, "I’m asking about Katherine, but dad isn’t, I assume."

Khalid gave a little cough and answered, "I’m asking about both of them."

Old Mrs.Grant looked back and said, "They’re in their rooms upstairs. They said they were tired, and I told them to get some rest."

Marshall nodded. "Let me go check on her." Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Old Mrs. Grant said nothing. Khalid stood for a while, hesitated and went upstairs too.

Katherine and Frances were taking a rest in their respective rooms.

Katherine came into view as soon as Marshall opened the door. Holding the covers, she was sound asleep, just as before. Marshall walked towards her softly and stopped by the bed. She was sleeping on her side and thus her underbelly was exposed. In fact, it didn’t look obvious, but in Marshall’s eyes, it had grown larger. He sat down slowly and reached out to stroke her underbelly, but it stirred Katherine from sleep.

She frowned. "You’re so annoying! Do you have to wake me up once you get back?"

Marshall beamed a smile. "Lunch is ready. Get up and let’s go to the dining room together."

Now Katherine was wide awake. Lying in bed, she stared at the window and said, "Clara invited us to dinner to apologize for what she did before."

Marshall was disgusted to hear the name "Clara". "She doesn’t need to apologize. She just needs to disappear."

Katherine chuckled. "But I’m wondering what she’ll say."

Marshall leaned back against the headboard and stroked Katherine’s hair. "Let’s stop talking about others. Listen, now that you’ve moved in, how about reconsidering our relationship?"

Katherine burst into laughter. "Then I’ll move back right after lunch. It won’t be a hassle because I haven’t moved my stuff in yet anyway."

Marshall added at once, "Come on! I’m just saying. Don’t take it too seriously."

Katherine replied to Marshall’s cowardly reaction with perfect nonchalance. The two didn’t stay in the room for long before they came out.

Katherine went to the next door to wake Frances up, who wasn’t actually asleep. She just move back, and wasn’t used to the environment yet, so she had been looking out of the window and thus seen Khalid and Marshall coming back. In fact, she wanted to go out and greet them, but found it too odd to do so and gave up that idea.

Katherine went in without knocking on the door. "Lunch is ready."

Frances looked back at her and said, "I’ll go after washing my face."

Katherine took Marshall’s arm and told her, "We’re going now."

Then she closed the door and asked Marshall, "Is your dad back?" Marshall didn’t know why she asked so, and responded yes. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let’s go right now."

The two of them went downstairs. Katherine saw Khalid sitting next to Old Mrs. Grant and talking with her, greeting him, "You’re back, Mr. Grant."

Old Mrs. Grant smiled, "He came back with Marshall and followed him up the stairs, but went down right after."

Khalid got embarrassed and interrupted her, "Mom, why did you tell them…"

Katherine gave a knowing smile. "Don’t worry. Ms. Mason is coming."

Khalid was always a reserved man, but he started blushing after hearing what Katherine said, and the worse thing was, no one even tried to save him from embarrassment. Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Grant got up and asked if Katherine wanted to eat. She nodded and grinned. "Of course!"

Just as the group of people rose to their feet, Frances went downstairs, who felt a little awkward and tried to keep a straight face.

Khalid turned to Frances and asked after a long pause, "Are you used to here?"

Katherine rolled her eyes as she heard the question.

Frances nodded. "Yeah."

Old Mrs. Grant waved at them and called, "Let’s go have lunch!"

The group of people went to the dining room. Just as everyone took their seat, Frances sat down on her old seat after some consideration. Meanwhile, Khalid came to her side and sat down next to her.

It took Frances a while to accustom herself to it, but she found herself being too sentimental a moment later. After all, she had longed for this moment for some time, and she shouldn’t be bothered with it.

During lunch, Old Mrs. Grant told Katherine some dos and don’ts as a pregnant woman, which she had told her many times before. Katherine knew this was the way Old Mrs. Grant showing her love for her, so she listened patiently and nodded from time to time.

After that, Old Mrs. Grant turned to Frances and said, "The doctor will come later to check on you. I’m know you aren’t badly hurt, but just in case."

Frances agreed and heard Khalid asking, "Have you found that man?"

Now that Khalid asked, Marshall thought of how ruthless Katherine was when she had tortured that man, which totally surprised him. Sometimes, a girl from a small village was much bolder than an urban one.

Katherine replied, "Yes, I took care of him. Can’t be easy on that kind of people."

Old Mrs. Grant laughed. "Then I’m relieved. In that case, Marshall dares not mess with you in the future."

Marshall nodded. "She’s the king of the house, and I’m the one being pushed around."

Old Mrs. Grant showed no sympathy for him. "You deserve it, and we won’t feel sorry for you."

Frances focused on her food and gave a faint smile.

Khalid turned to look at her for a few times, but Frances didn’t meet his gaze. In fact, he had no idea what to say to her, and finally looked back.

Old Mrs. Grant, however, noticed everything and let out a sigh.

After lunch, it was almost time for Khalid and Marshall to go back to work. Sitting on the couch, Katherine and Frances had no intention of seeing them off or even sparing a glance at them.

Marshall heaved a sigh and said to Khalid, "Let’s go. Seems that we’re both cut dead."

After the two men left, the family doctor came to check on Frances. Fortunately, there was no bone damage and she would be alright, but her back was hit hard because the perpetrator used his explosive strength to throw the brick. The doctor told her to put warm wet towels on her back before she slept and that would ease the pain.

Frances nodded and thanked the doctor, whom she had known for a long time. However, the doctor was surprised to see her being so polite, because the Frances he had used to know before never said "thank you" and always bossed people around. He replied with courtesy, "You’re welcome." And then he left with his medicine chest.

Old Mrs. Grant said she wanted to go out for a walk. Meanwhile, Katherine didn’t want to stay in her room either, so she took Frances with her and went to the back garden with Old Mrs. Grant.

It was quiet in the back garden. Presumably, the other madams weren’t at home.

Old Mrs. Grant thought for a moment and stretched out her arm, signaling Frances to help her. "There had always been a lot of people at home, but the house was never lively. Later, you guys moved out, and it became even more desolate."

She paused and went on grumbling, "Even so, Marshall doesn’t come back often and Khalid always works overtime. They never care about my feelings, nor do they pay attention to an old lady like me."

Katherine, nevertheless, found the situation kind of funny. Old Mrs. Grant had changed. In the past, she would never have said anything like this.