Katherine felt comfortable lying on her own bed at night.
She turned and tossed.
This bed was nice although it was not as soft as the one that Mrs. Grant prepared for Clara.
She closed her eyes and thought for a moment.
She had seen the other rooms. There were two guest rooms for Marshall to choose from.
He could clean up the room by himself tomorrow.
She did not want to get involved in his affairs again.
Katherine was sleepy and remembered that she kicked Mrs. Grant today.
She almost lost her senses and felt a little pity.
She thought, ‘Why did I just kick her once?
I’ll make the old woman walk around when we meet in the future.’
Thinking of that, she fell asleep.
And then she dreamed to teach them a lesson.
In her dream, she kicked not only Mrs. Grant but also Clara.
She dreamed that Clara had become the servant who was going to hold Mrs. Grant.
Fine. She had long been got tired of Clara.
Then she kicked Clara hard.
And Clara was kicked off the roof.
Katherine could not help laughing in her dreams.
And then she woke up.
She was a little annoyed that she even woke up at such a critical time.
She also wanted to see the mess of Clara.
She turned over and saw the clock. It was early in the morning, and she forced herself to sleep.
However, it turned out that the previous dream could not be continued.
Then she slept till dawn.
She felt so comfortable.
Katherine did not get up till forenoon.
It was sunny outside. The bed became warm in the sunlight.
Katherine washed up lazily.
Standing in front of the mirror, she unbuttoned her clothes and checked her skin.
The love bites left by Marshall had not faded away yet.
He was such a jerk to kiss her when he was drunk.
He was so shameless.
After washing up, Katherine put on leisurewear and went downstairs.
She made breakfast slowly.
She had no job and nothing else, so she could only kill time at home.
After cleaning up the house, she was lying on the yoga mat.
She felt something missing in the house.
Katherine stared at the crystal chandelier in the living room for a while.
She felt a little confused. Such a big house belonged to her now.
She felt unbelievable while thinking about it.
She had become rich then.
She got nothing from the marriage except money.
But now it seemed fine to get some money.
She could get nothing else in fact.
Katherine sneered at once and persuaded herself to be relaxed.
She just lay down until Marshall came here.
Marshall took a break at noon and drove here directly.
When he went out in the morning, he brought out simple luggage.
Mrs. Grant sat in the living room sadly at that time, staring at him.
Old Mrs. Grant disliked her like this and said, "Come on. You are good at crying."
Mrs. Grant wiped her tears. "Marshall has never lived alone without us."
Marshall was a little speechless at that time, let alone old Mrs. Grant.
So he said nothing and just came out with his luggage.
Lying on the yoga mat, Katherine looked at the French window and saw Marshall's car stop at the door.
He dragged his suitcase and walked to the door of the living room.
Katherine got up lazily and opened the door for Marshall.
Marshall put the case aside and looked at the door lock directly. "Enter my fingerprint."
Katherine entered the password differently, and then set it.
Marshall input his fingerprints in the lock.
He then took his luggage and went upstairs. "I live in the room next to the study."
Katherine said nothing, looking at his back.
They looked like a tenant and a landlord.
She lost her initiative.
But it was obviously her house.
Marshall came down from upstairs later.
He stood in the living room and looked around. "I ordered takeout. Let's eat together."
I sneer at it, "I can cook. I won’t eat takeout food."
Marshall did not reply to her and sat down on the sofa beside her, waiting for delivery.
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