Chapter 137 Kathy Is Waiting for Me at Home

Marshall returned to his room, went straight to the wardrobe and took the files out of the drawer.

They were the divorce settlement and divorce certificate.

Marshall reminded he had to bring them away today. Because Mrs. Grant was always an impulsive
person, if she saw the files and showed them to Clara, things would be hard to deal with.

He packed things up, sat for a while on the bed and went to Katherine’s previous room.

It remained the same and seemed nobody had come in to clear it.

Perhaps it was Mrs. Grant’s command that nobody should come in.

Marshall went forward, tidied up the messy bed sheet and threw wine bottles to the trash can, including
the leftovers on the table.

Katherine left many things in this room and Marshall came to pack them up.

When he came down, Mrs. Grant and Clara already finished their meals.

They were in the living room, watching TV.

Marshall didn’t see clearly what the programme was about, but only found their watching it happily.

Mrs. Grant pointed at the TV and talked with Clara, while the latter one nodded to express her
agreement.

Marshall observed them for a while on the stairs and finally went down.

Mrs. Grant was startled when finding Marshall came down with a suitcase.

Katherine’s suitcase.



Marshall said when he was downstairs, “I have to leave first. Kathy is waiting for me at home.”

Mrs. Grant bit her lip and the happiness on her face completely faded away. She asked, “How about
giving Clara a ride? It’s late at night.”

Marshall turned around and looked at Clara, saying, “Maybe the steward can help her. I am in a hurry.”

Clara hurriedly replied, “Never mind. I can give a call and let my driver to pick me up.”

Marshall didn’t bother. He nodded at Clara and dragged the suitcase out.

When he arrived at the parking lot, he happened to meet Carson’s car.

Lucas was driving.

Lucas got off the car when Marshall put the suitcase to the trunk.

It seemed Carson was drunk judging from his slow movements when getting off.

Afterwards, his wife got off.

Marshall greeted, “Hi, uncle and aunt.”

Lydia, Carson Grant’s wife was surprised and asked, “Are you heading somewhere? It’s late at night.”

She behaved as if she didn’t know Marshall was living together with Katherine.

Marshall didn’t conceal and replied, “Yes, I am living with Kathy and I am here to bring something.”

Lydia nodded.

Marshall got on the car and started the engine. He could find from the rear-view mirror that his uncle
and aunt were heading home, while Lucas was standing still, staring at his direction.



Marshall showed a cold face and seemed didn’t to care about it. He stepped on the gas and headed
away.

Katherine was lying on the couch and watching TV.

She didn’t care whether Marshall would return or not because he usually didn’t arrive home on time
without leaving a message.

She used to be worried about him, however, now she was gradually getting used to his cold behaviors.

She couldn’t warm his heart, but could be hurt by him.

She thought it was also a good thing to let she see the truth clearly.

She always hated the kind of people who wouldn’t let others go, which was hurting themselves and
they couldn’t blame anyone.

Katherine changed several channels and couldn’t find her likeness.

She ate too much in the noon and was not hungry at all. She changed a few gestures on the sofa.

In the end, she was too bored that she decided to meditate on the yoga mat.

She almost fell asleep because it was so comfortable lying down.

Marshall got home and opened the door through finger-print lock. Katherine heard the noise and
suddenly woke up.

She didn’t move and lied still.

Marshall came in with her luggage and glanced at her, who was lying on the met.



The radio was playing gentle music with Kathy lying in housecoat.

He suddenly felt the room was sweet and warm, just like his imaginary home.

He took Katherine’s luggage upstairs.

He opened the room door and looked inside.

He had spent two nights in this room. Despite that, he remembered clearly what was the room looked
like.

It all changed now. It was like a little girl’s room with a giant stuffed toy took over half of the bed. The
bed sheet was pink and carpet beside the bed also changed.

Marshall observed the room for a long time, finally put the luggage in and got
outside.

The radio was playing gentle music with Kathy lying in housecoat.

He suddenly felt the room was sweet and warm, just like his imaginary home.
He took Katherine’s luggage upstairs.

He opened the room door and looked inside.

He had spent two nights in this room. Despite that, he remembered clearly what was the room looked
like.

It all changed now. It was like a little girl’s room with a giant stuffed toy took over half of the bed. The
bed sheet was pink and carpet beside the bed also changed.

Marshall observed the room for a long time, finally put the luggage in and got
outside.



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