She better stay away from alcohol.
She always got herself in trouble every time she had a booze.
What the hell is all this?
She sat on the bed for a while, and then got out the bed stumbling.
She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
She then turned to check the bathtub, which had not be cleansed. There was still water remaining in it.
Katherine frowned, emptied the tub and then filled it again.
As the water flew in, she returned to the room for her phone and called Marshall.
The call was answered a moment later.
Marshall’s voice was flat, “You wake.”
Katherine took a deep breath, “Last night, did we?”
Katherine’s tone confused Marshall.
Is she disappointed?
His voice became a little colder. “What else do think it might be?”
Katherine nodded, “I see.”, and then hung the phone.
She thought for a few moments and then went into the bathroom.
She struggled to remember what happened last night as she lie in the bathtub.
But her memory was against her.
She could not recall anything except for a few details on the bed.
Katherine groaned in a low voice and then covered her face with her hand.
How did she end up rolling with Marshall again?
That made no sense!
She wanted to cut it clean with him.
She soaked herself in the bathtub for a long time and then got out to change her clothes. Later, she
removed the bed sheet and the quilt cover.
She had to wash them, she could barely look at the stain on them.
She then cleaned up the bathtub before she went downstairs to cook.
She put her phone aside, on which there was a message from Hector asking her if she’s awake.
The message was sent early this morning.
And she had not replied.
Actually, she felt rather the urge to ask Hector what exactly happened yesterday.
How did she go home, what had happened that made her and Marshall…
But those were not the question she could ask, not even she were the most shameless person in the
world.
She cooked herself some noodle. She sat down, eating as she watched her phone.
From whom she could have the answer of what happened last night?
After she finished her noodle, she went back to her room and collapsed in the bed.
Guess last night was not so intense. She felt only a little fatigue instead of the sore she had felt before.
Staring at the pendant lamp, she could not sleep.
Quit drinking, and then you can quit mating.
Meanwhile, Marshall was sitting in his office, his phone lying on the table.
He leaned back in his chair, drifting off gazing at his phone.
He did not even notice when Peter entered.
Peter came with some files, surprised to see Marshall like this.
He walked up, “Sir, we have suppressed the rumor on the internet. WF’s scandal will be revealed soon.
The matter is settled.”
Marshall came back to himself and glanced at Peter, “Good.”
Peter blinked, and presumed that Marshall was thinking about the rumor.
But he was uncertain now that he took a close look at Marshall.
He handed the flies to Marshall. “This’s the draft contract of our business with the Henderson, have a
look at it. And the P.R. will release the news of our coalition in two days.
The Henderson ran the major corporate too. Cooperation with them would redeem the Grant’s
reputation in a favorable way.
Marshall took the contract and skimmed through it. “I see. I’ll let you know if there’s no problem after I
read it.”
Peter kept staring at Peter, “You’re alright? You look listless.”
Marshall paused, and then said after a few seconds, “I’m good, it’s nothing.”
Peter gave a curt “oh”, glanced at Marshall for a few more seconds and then whirled to leave.
Marshall picked up the files, and closed it after he read only two pages.
He could not concentrate.
He leaned back in his chair, his head messy.
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