Chapter 330 I Thought You Didn’t Know Who I Was


    When he received the call, Marshall was still in his office. He had amassed a long to-do list since he


    hadn’t been paying much attention at work for the past few days. In addition, he hung around in the


    office because he didn’t really feel like going home, not having much to do there.


    Marshall was surprised to receive a call from his uncle Carson, because it was distinctly


    uncharacteristic of Carson to call him.


    Rtionship between the Khalid branch and the Carson branch of the Grant family became somewhat


    strained back in the days when old Mr. Grant, Marshall’s grandfather, looked for a groom for Katherine.


    The tension had ebbed after Carson’s birthday party, but the rtionship between the two branches


    grewplicated once more after Marshall and Katherine’s divorce.


    Marshall stared at his phone for some time before he picked up. “Uncle.”


    “Hey,” said Carson, “Where are you right now? Are you busy?”


    Marshall replied truthfully that he was in the office and not busy currently.


    Sighing, Carson told Marshall the address of the bar before saying that he had run into Katherine there,


    alone and drunk.


    Marshall instantly stood up from his chair. “Did you say she’s drunk and alone? Are you sure she’s not


    with anyone?”


    Carson looked around with his phone in his hand. There were truly no familiar faces to be found.


    “I’m pretty sure she’s out here by herself. Look, I have to get back to my own thing so I can’t take care


    of her. Do you want toe over?”


    Marshall said yes without even thinking about it. “Ask the waiters to take her to a break room. I’ll be


    there in a second.” And then he rushed out the door with the car key in his hand, neglecting to take an


    overcoat.


    He didn’t run into a single red light as he drove from thepany building to the bar. When he arrived,


    a waiter was already waiting for him at the door, informing him that Katherine was quite difficult to


    handle and that they were all so d that Marshall made it.


    A drunk-crazy Katherine had been acting up in the bar, so the waiters didn’t keep her in the business


    area where the guests were. Instead, they took her to the employee breakroom in the far back of the


    bar.


    When Marshall went over, Katherine was asking some guy for more alcohol and throwing a tantrum


    when he denied her, stomping around and yelling. The employees, not daring to offend a valued


    customer, were trying to coddle her feelings like baby.


    Marshall walked to her and grabbed her hand. “Who is here with you?” he asked.


    Katherine watched him for quite some time before replying, “Who are you?”


    Marshall rolled his eyes resignedly as he bent down to lift Katherine up. He then proceeded to walk out


    with her in his arms.


    With her entire body in the air, Katherine was reasonably meek. Looping an arm around Marshall’s


    neck, she said, “Be careful not to drop me, man.”


    Marshall walked out of the bar and sat Katherine down in his car. As soon as she settled into the seat,


    Katherine fell asleep.


    Towering over her, Marshall said, “Did youe here with Kyle?”


    Because without that guy, there was no way Katherine woulde to a ce like this and get royally


    drunk – the day they finalized the divorce, of course, being the only exception.


    But Katherine had long dozed off, hence unable to answer his question.


    Marshall took out his phone, but couldn’t stare at it long enough before looking back at Katherine. So


    he put the phone away, walked towards the driver’s seat, and started the car.


    Katherine hadn’t taken her phone with her. How convenient.


    Marshall drove to Katherine’s ce and carried her to the front door, unlocking it with her fingerprint.


    When he was climbing the stairs, Katherine made a gagging sound in his arms. Hence, with hurried


    footsteps, Marshall carried Katherine into the bathroom in her bedroom.


    As soon as Katherine’s feet touched the ground, she started to puke.


    Marshall closed his eyes. Katherine puked directly on him, a lifelong hygiene-obsessed germophobe.


    Icky, icky, icky.


    Marshall craned his neck up and took several deep breaths, while his hands remained on Katherine’s


    back, gently patting it.


    But Katherine wasn’t done. After this, she turned around and proceeded to vomit into the toilet.


    Eyes closed, Marshall took off his clothes and threw them in the trash can. With his pants dirty with the


    vomit, too, he took of the pants as well.


    After Katherine cleared out the contents of her stomach, she rose slowly and massaged her hair.


    Marshall walked over, flushed the toilet, and went directly to take a shower.


    Katherine seemed to have forgotten his presence until she heard watering down the shower head.


    She stopped walking out and turned around, and Marshall’s entire naked body presented itself in her


    eyes.


    Marshall didn’t try to hide, but he kept his eyes decidedly away from her.


    After staring at him for a while, Katherine looked down at herself to find vomit on her as well. After only


    a second of hesitation, she took off her dress and threw it in the trash can, before she headed towards


    Marshall.


    What a familiar sight.


    Some time ago, at the hotel room in As, Katherine was like this too when she got drunk.


    Marshall didn’t want to remember what happened on As Ind, but with this insanely familiar scene,


    he simply couldn’t help himself.


    The sex had been stimting but also exhausting for him that time. And sensation-wise, it had been


    gratifying.


    Marshall hastily turned around to face away from Katherine as he tried his best to cool himself down.


    Katherine, on the other hand, stood under the water stream and cleaned herself up carefully before she


    leaned in and held Marshall in her arms from behind.


    Startled, Marshall stood extremely still, not daring to move at all.


    Katherine wasn’t doing anything sensual to him. She was simply holding him in her arms and touching


    her cheek on his back. But a movement like this was stimtion enough for him.


    He could already feel the string of reason snapping in his head.


    He knew that it was rather shameful of him. Him taking Katherine out of the bar like that could be


    exined away by innocent motives, but when he was taking a shower right in front Katherine, nobody


    would believe that he wasn’t trying to do the dirty with her.


    After holding him in ce for a while, Katherine said, “Marshall.”


    Marshall froze. “I thought you didn’t know who I was.”


    Katherine didn’t follow up on that topic. Instead, she said, “How can you be so annoying?”


    That instantly made Marshall shut up. Turning around, he pinched on Katherine’s shoulder as he


    asked, “Am I annoying?”


    Katherine stared at him through squinted eyes before she hummed a “yes” half-seriously. The sound


    she made was rather nasal, and it got Marshall aroused.


    No longer trying to hold back, he asked, “So, do you like Hector or me?”


    Katherine didn’t answer, but further strengthened her arms wrapped around his waist. It was obvious


    that she was sleepy and was trying to find a point of support so that she could nod off.


    Marshall bent down his head and kissed Katherine on the forehead. No reaction from her.


    He then traced his kisses down to her cheeks and the corners of her mouth.


    And Katherine slowly lifted up her head.


    That was such a signal of encouragement.


    Marshall instantly turned off the shower and carried Katherine out of the bathroom.


    Just as he was about to put her down on the bed, the phone which he had tossed away carelessly as


    he entered the room started to ring.


    It was from Kyle, and Marshall didn’t have to pick up to know what it was about.


    Marshall grabbed hold of the phone, hung up, and turned it off, all while he continued to nt kisses on


    Katherine.


    On the other end of the line, Kyle, also drunk himself, took a while to process what had happened.


    Taking a look at Hector, Margaret, and the waiter in turn, Kyle said, “Marshall hung up on me.”


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    The waiter looked serious. “It really was Mr. Grant who took her away. She was here alone and drunk,


    and we couldn’t possibly take care of her.”


    Kyle ruffled his hair as he said, “Well then, there’s no need to worry, is there, since Marshall came to


    take care of her? They used to be married, so I don’t think anything’s going to happen.”


    Hector had had a lot to drink throughout the night, but he had immediately sobered up when he


    realized that Katherine was missing from the crowd. He debated with himself for a while before rushing


    out the door.


    Kyle shouted after him, trying to get him back. When that failed, Kyle mumbled to himself, “I don’t really


    think anything’s going to happen. If something happens, that’d be normal.”


    Hector hailed a cab outside the bar and gave the driver Katherine’s ce. He sobered uppletely


    during the cab ride.


    When the car stopped before Katherine’s front gate, he saw the lights on the second floor off, but a car


    was parked in the front yard. It was Marshall’s car


    He was really here.


    Hector immediately got off the cab.