Chapter 62 Can You Put Your Clothes On

Marshall laughed when he heard what Katherine said, “He must be getting worried.”

Peter didn’t know what was going on, “Sam is getting worried? Boss, what did you do? Why is he
worried?”

Marshall answered slowly, “Well, you’ll find out later.”

Peter pursed his lips.

Katherine didn’t say anything after that either.

The dishes were soon served one after another. Katherine did order a bit too much.

The owner was afraid that they would cancel their orders and quickly served up the food.

The three of them were trying their best to eat, but there were still a lot of leftovers.

Katherine waved at the owner, “Sir, please pack them all.”

There was a fridge in the hotel, they could stuff them in it later.

The owner smiled politely and followed her order. He gave them a discount when they were making the
payment for the sake of that Katherine being a beauty

Katherine was happy hearing someone praising her and made some best wishes like remarks to the
boss out of courtesy.

After everything was done, Katherine wiped her mouth and was about to leave.

Marshall glanced at her and repeated, “Take your meds.”

She stopped at looking Marshall.



Marshall wasn’t even looking at her. He was standing by the entrance and stared outside.

She laughed quietly and took out her meds.

The medicines that she had to take after meals was even more than that before meals, which were tiny
but looked bitter.

But Katherine didn’t hesitate. This time, she took them in batches.

She then packed up and said, “Can we go now?”

Marshall didn’t even look at her. He just walked off.

They took a cab home and it was only noon.

Katherine couldn’t stand sweat covered on her and then quickly went back to her room and took a
shower. During the bath, she heard someone opened the door and entered in the room. She guessed
that it was Marshall for she couldn’t see anything through the frosted window. She chuckled evilly.

The door closed again soon after.

Marshall came in and left immediately.

Katherine showered leisurely. She wrapped a towel around her as she walked out of the bathroom and
didn’t blow dry her hair but stood next to the window and looked outside while enjoying the breeze. Her
hair dried naturally soon after.

Then someone opened the door and entered again.

Marshall looked around and then he walked towards the bathroom.

Katherine turned around and looked at him, “Do you want to use the bedroom again?”



Marshall frowned, “Can’t you put your clothes on?”

Katherine laughed, “All my private parts are covered. I think it’s OK.”

Marshall never liked arguing with Katherine. Never before, and definitely not after they got divorced.

He said, “I need to use the room. You go out first.”

Katherine chuckled and was about to walk out of the room.

After taking few steps, Marshall said again, “Put some clothes on.”

Katherine was speechless, “What? Just use the room and don’t interfere in my dressing.”

Marshall turned around and looked at Katherine, “Peter is going to stop by later.”

Katherine was irritated, but she went to put on some clothes and then left.

Marshall locked the door from inside again as if to avoid Katherine peeking at his taking bath.

Katherine sat in the living room, pondered briefly and went out.

There weren’t many people out at noon.

Katherine went to the beach.

She just wanted to wonder around.

She walked for a while and saw someone familiar.

Katherine quickly ran over to him, “Hi, you are here as well.”



It was the singer in the pub the other day.

The singer was sitting on a rock, adjusting strings of his guitar and testing each chord.

He smiled after seeing Katherine, “Why are you out around this time? It’s too hot.”

Katherine walked over and sat down next to him, “You are also out here.”

The singer laughed, “I’m trying to find inspiration by listening to the ocean breeze.”

Katherine never understood artistic people.

She was a layman and only liked money.

And she went outside because she didn’t want to deal with Marshall.

She hugged her legs, “I’ll sit here. I promise I won’t bother you. Just go ahead and look for your
inspiration.”

The singer laughed and continued plucking the strings of his guitar and testing for the sounds.

It was noon. There was a breeze while sitting there, but it was still a bit hot.

Katherine couldn’t stand it after a while.

She felt a bit light-headed.

She stood up and said, “Hey, I need to go. I might get heatstroke if I stay here any longer.”


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