He Clings to Me Every Night - Chapter 686

Chapter 686: Chapter 686: Coming Home Late

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Golf club, 18-hole course.

Daniel Marshall just finished playing golf with Jordan Bennett, while also conveniently wrapping up a discussion about a project.

They put away their golf clubs, then Jordan Bennett and Daniel Marshall board the same sightseeing cart.

Jordan Bennett squints slightly, looking at Daniel Marshall, “It seems your illness has gotten better and your mental condition has completely recovered. Your golf skills are as stable as ever!”

Daniel Marshall cast an indifferent glance at Jordan Bennett, but the corners of his mouth are involuntarily turning up. He feels refreshed all over, “You also played well, I only beat you by two strokes.”

“Have you patched up your relationship?” Jordan Bennett subtly raises the corners of his mouth, revealing an inscrutable smile.

Daniel Marshall’s handsome face furrows slightly, “Not thrilled about us being back together?”

“No, seeing you happier than before makes me quite glad. Olivia Jenkins suits you, you two are like a match made in heaven!”

With his lips curving slightly, Daniel Marshall suddenly has a much more approachable air about him, softening the previously hard lines on his face, “How about having dinner together tonight?”

“I have plans already.”

Jordan Bennett’s response is quite decisive. Daniel Marshall narrows his eyes slightly, “Then let’s gather another day! You…have you ever thought about getting married? Your older sister talked to me about it, she wanted me to try and persuade you.”

Jordan Bennett seriously looks at Daniel Marshall, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t, when the time comes, everything will fall into place naturally. Don’t concern yourself with it, they always know how to scheme.”

“Your sisters are just worried about you, I think, you wouldn’t want to disappoint them.”

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Jordan Bennett laughs without saying a word, his expression somewhat hard to read.

Daniel Marshall slightly lifts his eyelid and looks at Jordan Bennett scornfully, after a few seconds, he pats Jordan’s leg as if he knows it all.

…

Back at the clubhouse, preparing to head to the locker room, Daniel Marshall suddenly receives a phone call from Olivia Jenkins.

“Honey, Abigail Anderson has invited me to dinner, I’m going with Valerie Howard, I’ll be home late tonight.”

Almost instinctively, Daniel Marshall looks at Jordan Bennett, “Wifey, I got it, I’ll sort out dinner myself.”

“Mwa, I’m hanging up now.”

The corner of his mouth lifts up into a heartfelt smile. Daniel Marshall happily puts away his cell phone and then pats Jordan Bennett again, “Looks like, you’ll have to have dinner with me tonight, they’re having a gathering, we’re not invited.”

In an instant, Jordan Bennett furrows his brows, “Fine, let’s have dinner together.”

“I feel like you have something on.”

“What could possibly be going on with me?!”

“Good news!” Daniel Marshall lifts an eyebrow and takes a special glance at Jordan Bennett.

“Let’s go to the locker room and take a shower, I’ve sweated all over, it doesn’t feel good.”

Daniel Marshall just stares at Jordan Bennett in silence, his smile slowly intensifying.

Recognizing the signal, Daniel Marshall refrains from any further talk, and they both head towards the locker room.

Grace Ziegler, walking out from the golf training field, spots Daniel Marshall from afar.

Grace Ziegler immediately quickens her pace, walking towards Daniel Marshall.

Suddenly, two men carrying a painting get in her way, blocking not only her sight but also her path forward.

Left with no choice, Grace Ziegler steps aside to let them pass.

But when the two men finish moving the painting, Daniel Marshall is nowhere to be seen.

Not willing to give up, Grace Ziegler approaches the front desk to inquire: “Excuse me, did you see where Chief Daniel Marshall went? I’m Grace Ziegler, public relations officer of the Marshall Corporation. I have some business to discuss with him.”

“I’m sorry, we’re not sure.”

Suddenly, Grace Ziegler’s face is filled with a look of disappointment.

She walks away and looks around.

She even goes to the parking lot to see if she can spot Chief Daniel Marshall’s car.

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