Marshall could pull Katherine off him easily if he wanted to.
But he felt guilty now because he realized he had scared her very badly.
So he let her ride on him. reaching out his arms to touch her head.
Even when Katherine was extremely angry, she had never wanted to beat him hard.
She punched lightly on Marshall's arms, deriding and taunting.
He popped out from nowhere in the middle of the night, which nearly scared the hell out of her.
Hitting people could be tiring, and Kathrin was keep the most tiring posture.
She was already exhausted after a few rounds.
Marshall smiled. He raised his hand and raised squeezed her shoulder. Then he pulled her off his
waist.
Katherine knelt on the bed and yelled, "I was being too kind to you. I should call the police and put you
in jail so that you can learn a lesson."
She said as she looked around for her phone.
Marshall moved faster than her. He grabbed Katherine’s wrists and said, "You can call the police later if
you want to, but I have a few questions for you now. I flew all the way down here because of those
questions. You have to give me an answer first."
Katherine tried to pull her hands off his grip, but she failed again and again. Finally, she gave up.
She looked at Marshall, "OK, I want to know what made you do this crazy stuff. I'm listening."
Marshall leaned towards her and suddenly looked serious.
He said, "Are you with Hector now?"
Katherine sneered, "Yeah, yeah, I thought I've told you that. We're seeing each other."
Marshall leaned closer and asked in a lower voice, "Just tell me the truth. Don't say that just to make
me mad. Are you really dating him?"
His voice was getting lower and lower, lighter and lighter.
Under the bright moonlight, the two were so close that they could see each other's facial expressions
clearly.
Marshall looked serious, and with some affectionate in his eyes.
Looking into those eyes, Katherine suddenly found it hard to lie that the forged affair between Hector
and her was true.
She pursed his lips and stared at Marshall.
Katherine was in a trance. She could smell the dust on him. He had been through a long and tiring
flight.
Marshall raised his hand and put it on Katherine's head. Then he rubbed it and asked, "You're not
dating him, aren't you?"
Katherine was being angry. "It's none of your business."
Marshall laughed, "Is it? I told you I'll never allow you to be with somebody else. You belonged with me
in the past, and will always belong with me in the future."
"Shut up." Katherine couldn't help swearing. Then she said, "We're divorced, don't you remember? I'm
very confused now. Are you trying to restore our marriage? But I remembered how much you looked
down on me before."
Marshall's face stiffened. Then he sighed, "I was stupid. Forgive me for that."
She felt he was being a bit humble, and she didn't know if he deliberately made it that way.
Katherine felt a bit uncomfortable. She moved back and then changed the subject. "I'll give you one
more chance. You can leave now. If you do this one more time in the future, I will teach you a lesson."
Marshall wasn't afraid at all. He knew she was just bluffing. Inside, she was a very gentle and kind
woman.
Hector might have seen her through. He took advantage of her kindness and confessed to her on that
huge stage to make it hard for her to refuse him.
Hector knew Katherine couldn't bear to see him getting embarassed.
Hector acted as if he was indifferent to fame and wealth, but he could be very calculating.
Marshall curled his lips and said, "I came to you right after from the airport. I didn't even go back home.
My suitcase is still in your yard. There's no cab on the streets now. You wouldn't let me walk back with
that big suitcase, would you?"
He babbled and babbled, but what he wanted was simple.
Katherine grifted her teeth and stared at Marshall. Then she got off the bed.
She opened the door and pointed out. "Just get out."
That was a way to say that he could be anywhere else except for her room.
Marshall grinned a sly smile.
He stood up and tidied up his clothes. "I have to go and bring my luggage in. I need to change my
clothes."
Katherine's patience had been worn out. She tried to kick him out on his butt when he was about to
walk past the door.
Marshall acted swiftly. He moved his hips and dodged the kick.
He chuckled, "You're so mean..."
Katherine slammed the door shut.
She leaned her back against the door. The mean expression on her face was already gone.
She let out a sigh of relief and patted on her chest.
She couldn't exactly tell the feelings in her heart, but at least it had nothing to do with anger.
Then she walked to the window and looked down at the yard.
The light in the living room downstairs was on, and Marshall was standing in the courtyard.
His suitcase was in the yard right next to him.
He looked up at her window as if he had known she would be there.
Katherine was surprised. Instead of trying to hide, she looked at Marshall calmly.
Marshall put on a wicked smile and waved to her.
Then he carried his luggage and went into the living room.
Katherine turned back and got on the bed again. She sat on the bed and huddled herself.
She wondered what Marshall wanted, and if he really wanted to get back together with her.
That was ridiculous. Kathrin would never forget what he had done. Marshall should be ashamed of that
and never come back to her, either.
Pooh-Pooh.
The more Katherine thought about it, the angrier she became. At last, she laid down in anger.
She didn't sleep well that night.
It had been a long time since the last time she had a man stay overnight in her house. With Marshall in
her house now, she felt restless.
She woke up quite a few times and tried to listen to the sound outside.
She woke up very early the next day.
She got refreshed quickly and went downstairs, only to see Marshall already wake up.
She was shocked because he was in the kitchen, making breakfast.
Katherine walked over slowly and stood at the door to watch him.
Marshall is making a cheese and mushroom omelet. He looked back at Katherine and laughed, "Wait
for me in the dining room. It will be quick."
Katherine looked into the pan and asked, "Do you even know how to make it?"
Marshall pointed to the phone by the stove and said, "I've looked it up. I think it will be fine."
Katherine turned around and went to the dining room. Marshall finished cooking and served the omelet.
Katherine said, "Marshall, I think we have had some trouble communicating with each other. You seem
to have misunderstood what I said last night."
Marshall explained hurriedly, "I understand. I understand all you wanted to say. Let's finish breakfast
first. You need to go back to the shop later."
He obviously didn't want to listen to what she said.
Katherine pursed her lips and stared at him for quite a while. Then she said, "OK. I'm glad you
understood."
She lowered her head and ate some omelet. Then she put down her chopsticks.
Marshall paused and asked, "What's wrong with it? Don't you like it half-cooked?"
Katherine shook her head. "I'm just not in the mood."
This omelet had cheese and mushrooms in it. The smell of the cheese was too strong. She didn't like it.
Marshall turned around and went to the kitchen. Then he came out with a bottle of milk. "Do you want
some?"
Katherine wondered since when Marshall started to care about other people so much.
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