Katherine could not remember how Marshall brought her out of the bar. Her memory welled up after her
vomiting. She felt refreshed, and totally sobered. Someone next to her passed her a glass of water, she
took it and gargled and then stood up, “God. This feels much better.”
Marshall lit a cigarette and unbuttoned his collar and loosened it up, standing next to her.
His voice was low. “Get in right now if you feel better, I’m leaving.”The cool breeze of the night had
soothed the restlessness inside him. But still, he felt kind of uncomfortable.
Katherine was freaked out by his voice. She jumped off the seat. “Marshall? Why are you here?”
Marshall frowned and took a puff. “That guy would be fucking you now if it’s not for me.”
Slowly, Katherine straightened her stance and looked around, finding herself in her apartment.
She gazed at Marshall. “So you were there at the bar too? You took me out of there?”
Marshall stayed silent.
He wanted to ask the chauffeur send Katherine home. After seeing how drunk she was, the chauffeur
didn’t know how to carry her into the car.
So Marshall could only drive her home himself.
Katherine was feeling upset again. See? He did celebrate about having the divorce just like she has
guessed.
The alcohol started to kick in as her anger flared. She smiled suddenly, and slowly walked towards
Marshall and leaned her body against him. “What? Looking for a fling too?
Marshall caught the gist and stared right into her eyes. “Too?”
The smile, complemented with her makeup, made Katherine seductive.
Marshall’s coat had been taken off, dressed in a white shirt and a pair of trousers.
Audacious as she had never been, Katherine reached out and hooked Marshall’s belt, her voice
flirtatious. “You ruined my fling, you have to make it up.” She said as she pulled out the tucked shirt.
Hurriedly, Marshall grabbed her groping hands, his eyes darkened. He could feel the alcohol stirring his
mind now.
The flames inside, have been suppressed by the cold wind, are blazing even more fiercely now.
He took a deep breath, eyes fixing on Katherine. “Katherine, Do you know what you’re doing?”
“I know,” Katherine giggled, “don’t you?”
Marshall paused for a while, then a faint smile flashed over his face.
He put out the cigarette and threw it on the floor, holding Katherine’s chin with one hand. “You wanna
have a one-night-stand at the bar?”
Looking at Marshall in a close distance, Katherine once again was filled with grudging grievance. She
loved this man, and had loved him for so long. But she still lost him even though they were married.
Recklessly, she stood on her toes and pecked on Marshall’s lips. “What else could it be?”
Marshall took action as she finished.
He bent forward and held Katherine up in his arms. “Great then,” he went, “you brought this on
yourself.”
“Ah,” Katherine shrieked, and then wrapped her arms around Marshall’s neck.
Marshall strode toward the house. To enter, he had to use the fingerprint scanner. Luckily, Katherine
had not deleted his print from the access control system. Marshall spare one hand to unlock the door
while holding Katherine with the other, and then entered the room without hesitation.
Katherine’s brain gradually went blank as she stumbled into the bedroom. She wasn’t clear about how
she and Marshall got into the room. But at the moment when Marshall was going to enter in her, she
turned over on him.
She asked a question that she had longed for but dared not. “Marshall, had you betrayed me in our
marriage?”
Lying flat, Marshall’s eyes were gloomy, his voice hoarse. “No.”
Katherine was satisfied at the sound of that. She dove down at Marshall. But she is inexperienced at
this. She hummed grudgingly. She did not know what to do now.
Fortunately, Marshall soon took dominance.
But they just got divorced today. Was this the right thing to do? Be it or not, they couldn’t stop.
Under the influence of alcohol, Katherine fell asleep quickly and unaware.
Marshall was still up though. Facing up and stared at the ceiling in the dark with a hint of fatigue.
After a good while, Katherine rolled over and groped at the other side as she used to.
After feeling Marshall, she squirmed toward him and hug, still soundly asleep.
Marshall did not move but frowned.
After a while, he shoved Katherine away, then got up and grabbed his phone from the pocket of his
coat.
He made a call to Peter. As soon as the phone was connected, he spoke. “Look into Martin, see if he
mixed something into the wine that he brought to the bar today.”
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