Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 42

Chapter 42 “What, you again?” When he saw Cornelia, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, but it was extinguished instantly with her response, “Just doing my job.” He laughed coldly. You go back, have the driver come pick me up” If it were in the past, Cornelia would have obediently left, but now, in her eyes, Marcus was no longer the aloof big boss. He was just an ordinary person who had been hurt by love, and she couldn’t bear to leave him alone. Leonardo tried to persuade him, “Marc, if you’re drunk, don’t talk. Let Ms. Stewart take you home.” Cornelia took the initiative to grab the car keys, “President Hartley, let’s go” Marcus sat in the back seat as Cornelia drove, squinting at her profile. She was serious about driving and didn’t say a word to him. “Heh “He sneered Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Just doing her job? Half an hour later, they arrived at the villa. Cornelia had been here twice before to deliver some documents, so she was familiar with the place. Marcus sat in the car without moving, his slender fingers resting on his forehead as if he felt uncomfortable. Cornelia was quite worried, “President Hartley, are you having an alcohol allergy again?” Marcus closed his eyes and didn’t respond. Cornelia turned on the backseat light, and the light shone on his face. His skin was a bit red, but it wasn’t the usual symptom of an allergy She reminded him again, “President Hartley, we’re home.” Marcus opened his eyes, a complex look on his face, “Can you go make me a hangover soup?” Marcus didn’t like other people living in his space, so Patricia didn’t stay in the villa at night. Cornelia knew this as well. Cornelia made the hangover soup from memory. She thought Marcus had gone upstairs to shower, so

she left after preparing the soup. But he had been quietly sitting on the living room sofa, holding an unsmoked cigarette while gazing out the window with a look that would make anyone feel pity for him. Having experienced betrayal herself, Cornelia knew the feeling all too well. It was like someone had dug a hole in her heart with a knife, and the pain was unbearable. She thought Marcus must be feeling the same way right now. Cornelia handed him the hangover soup and whispered, “President Hartley, drink this first, and then get some rest.” Marcus looked at her and noticed the scrape on her elbow, “Did you hurt your elbow?” Cornelia was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt, and when she rolled up her sleeves while making the soup, Marcus saw the scrape on her elbow. “It’s just a scratch” Cornelia quickly pulled down her sleeve, not wanting to talk about the car accident. Since she didn’t mention it, Marcus pretended not to know and drank the hangover soup. He often had to socialize and drink, but he never had the habit of drinking hangover soup before. The only two times he did were when Cornelia made it for him. It was sweet and sour and tasted pretty good. Seeing him finish, Cornelia felt relieved, “President Hartley, you should get some rest now; I be leaving “Just sleep here tonight, don’t go,” he said.