Memories Of The Night Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Marcellus Invitation For Dinner

"Let's go out for dinner together tonight, Katrina," Marcellus invites gracefully.

Katrina nods her head curtly and smiles. "Okay! Let's call Farrah and Patton!"

After such a long absence, she should have a meal together with her friends on her first day back.

At Katrina's words, Marcellus gets a strange look on his face. He wants to go out on a date with Katrina, but she thinks he just invited her for dinner with other good friends.

Still, seeing her smile on her face, Marcellus unfurls his mood and grins back. "Yes, let's call Farrah and Patton."

Her happiness is enough for now. He is content to see her so happy.

The first thing Katrina does when she gets her new phone is to call Carl Anderson.

"Uncle Anderson, it's me."

When Carl answers the phone, he is surprised to hear Katrina's voice. "Katrina! Your best friend said you were sent on a special a.s.signment. Is it over?"

Katrina smiles at the sound of his voice. "Yes, it's over. Uncle Anderson, I'm back."

"Katrina, did you get hurt?" Carl doesn't exactly know what special task she was performing, but a two-month out-of-touch mission must have been dangerous.

"Uncle Anderson, I'm fine. I'm not hurt. All my colleagues took care of me. You can rest a.s.sured."

"Good! That's good! Katrina, your return is a special occasion. Today, we can have a meal at home. I want to celebrate your return."

Katrina doesn't expect Carl to say that suddenly. She knows that Carl is always busy with work and the company. At the thought of having just agreed to dinner with Marcellus tonight, she's a bit hesitant. "But Uncle Anderson, I…"

"No, buts! It's already set! Uncle Anderson and your Aunt Green will be waiting for you at home tonight!"

Carl a.s.sumes that Katrina is hesitant because she doesn't want to bother him. To avoid a further argument, he decisively tells her the time and hangs up.

Katrina is taken aback to hear the busy tone on the phone. She looks up at Marcellus with her big eyes full of bewilderment. "Marcellus… Uncle Anderson told me to go back to the house tonight for dinner."

She just agreed on dinner out with Marcellus, but now Uncle Anderson is inviting her to the Anderson house for dinner.

Unfortunately, she has to give up one of the plans she made. Katrina always hated breaking promises she made to someone else.

But now...

Uncle Anderson, an elder, is so eager to invite her back that she couldn't possibly refuse him.

She has to break her promise to Marcellus.

Marcellus doesn't mind that Katrina ends up standing him up so soon.

Looking at her dazed, confused, and lovely eyes, Marcellus smiles unconsciously. He raises his hand and touches her head. "Never mind, you can have dinner with the Anderson family tonight. As long as I can have your time tomorrow night."

Marcellus's big and warm hands caress her head lovingly, and even his gaze looks warm and sunny.

Katrina blushes.

Feeling Marcellus's warmth, Katrina suddenly remembers how Aaron used to knock her head while she was in his captivity.

The contrast could not be sharper.

When Aaron wakes up and finds her gone, he'll definitely be mad. Katrina shudders at the thought of Aaron's breathtakingly handsome but usually grim face.

d.a.m.n it, and he is so difficult to escape. Why does she keep thinking of him?

Stop! Stop!

Eventually, Aaron Wilson will disappear completely from her world. Why should she keep frightening herself with thoughts of him?

Feeling something unusual with Katrina, Marcellus asks worriedly, "Katrina, what's wrong? Are you hurting somewhere?"

Katrina quickly adjusts her mood and shakes her head with a smile. "Nothing's the matter. I just suddenly remembered my lost ID and bank card. Reissuing them is troublesome. Go ahead, Marcellus. I'll go back to my room and change my clothes. I'll go out and do my errands."

With a slight smile on Marcellus's handsome face, he says gently, "Don't worry about it, I'll go with you."

Moments later, Katrina walks out of her room after changing her clothes.

Marcellus accompanies Katrina to reapply for her lost identification papers.

Born in a wealthy family with power and status, Marcellus is one of the top elite lawyers in Abbe City and deals with dignitaries on a daily basis. In Marcellus's company, Katrina takes the VIP channel unhindered and soon gets all the necessary papers processed.

By the time they get out of the bank, the sun is setting.

Katrina smiles and looks at Marcellus. "Thank you, Marcellus."

Without Marcellus's help, she has no idea how long she would have spent applying for the doc.u.ments.

"We have been friends for so many years, and you don't need to thank me."

Marcellus feels that since Katrina came back from Hadley City, her att.i.tude towards him seems to have changed a lot.

Before, she keeps avoiding him despite his efforts in courting her.

But now…

He is content to have her accept him as a friend. As long as he is with her, it doesn't matter what they do. He's happy to be in her company.

"I have to go to the house now, Marcellus. See you tomorrow!"

Marcellus hurries to offer, "I can drive you there!"

"No, no, I'll take a taxi by myself!"

Having already troubled Marcellus the whole afternoon, Katrina is embarra.s.sed to ask Marcellus to drive her.

Besides, Sophie has been secretly in love with Marcellus. She's held a grudge against Katrina because of Marcellus. If Marcellus drives her to the Anderson house and Sophie sees them, it may cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Katrina quickly waves at Marcellus and walks away and stops at the curb to hail a taxi.

But it's currently the rush hour. There are pa.s.sengers in all the taxis that pa.s.s by, and Katrina is unable to get a cab.

It's been more than 20 minutes since the sunset, and the city's neon lights start lighting up the cityscape. Katrina still hasn't gotten a taxi.

Just then, her mobile phone rings.

When Katrina hastily picks up the phone, she hears Carl's voice. "Katrina, where are you?"

"Already on the way," Katrina hastens to reply, "I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, Katrina looks helplessly at a distance.

Why are there still no empty taxis?