Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 43

Cornelia was so startled by Marcus words that she instinctively backed away, quickly widening the gap between them.

Seeing how she avoided him. Marcus eyes turned a bit cold it’s hard to get a taxi around here at night. There are guest rooms on the second floor, so you can pick one and stay for the

night”

Cornelia Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

So that was what he meant Cornelia was overthinking

Marcus got up and found a first aid kit, taking out a green ointment. “Apply this on your wounds after taking a shower.”

辜

Thanks, President Hartley!” Cornelia graciously accepted the ointment. As for staying over, she didn’t think it was necessary.

Even if they stayed on separate floors, it wasn’t appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together. I’m afraid I might disturb your rest, I won’t stay here”

Marcus, 1 sleep on the third floor, and you would sleep on the second floor. How could you possibly disturb me? Are your legs that long, that they can reach the ceiling?”

Cornelia,**

Marcus continued. “It’s 2 AM now, and you must return tomorrow morning. Are you sure you want to leave?”

After he reminded her, Cornelia realized that she still needed to come over early tomorrow morning to discuss the details of Marcus’s birthday decoration with the planning company. She nodded, “Then I go rest first. Boss, you should also get some rest

The villa had three floors Marcus‘ room and study were on the third floor, while the second floor was usually empty, though the housekeeper would clean it regularly.

There were two guest rooms on the second floor. Cornelia chose the one further inside.

The room was cozy and clean, with brand–new bedding. It was as if no one had ever stayed there.

The bathroom had a newly stocked bathrobe and all the toiletries she might need, just like in a five–star hotel.

That day, Cornelia had flown from snowy West Region to short–sleeve weather in Riverton, signed a divorce agreement, had a minor car accident, and ended up being Marcus driver. She was exhausted. After the shower, she fell into bed and was asleep within minutes.

Cornelia always had a regular schedule, and even though she went to bed fate the night before, she still woke up at 6 AM

If only she knew that Marcus had been up even earlier than that. She opened the curtains and could see the swimming pool in the backyard. A man wearing only swimming trunks was

standing by it

He was tall, with an eight–pack, a face like a sculpture, and a pair of indifferent yet captivating eyes

It was the first time Cornelia realized that Marcus‘ body, hidden beneath his white shirt and black trousers, was even more attractive than his face.

What woman would cheat on such a high–quality man? Not unless-

Suddenly, Cornelia recalled Leonardo’s comment – President Hartley may look good, but he’s truly not that great.”

Could it be that Marcus couldn’t satisfy his wife in bed, so she cheated on him?

Cornelia was shocked by her indecent thoughts.

How could she think of President Hartley like that?

She quickly closed the curtains so she wouldn’t have any more wild thoughts.

After washing up, Cornelia changed into the clothes she had washed and dried last night. Then she went downstairs to make breakfast/

As she reached the stairs on the second floor, Patricia happened to walk in. Seeing a young, beautiful girl suddenly appear in the house made Patricia feel both surprised and delighted “Mrs. Hartley, you’re back?”

*Patricia, it’s me, Cornelia “Cornelia quickly explained, “President Hartley had a few drinks last night, so I drove him home. It was late, so I stayed in a guest room on the second floor” To avoid any misunderstanding, she emphasized that she stayed in the guest room on the second floor,

Patricia came closer and recognized Cornelia, cheerfully saying, “Oh, it’s Cornelia! I thought the young master had brought Mrs. Hartley back.”

Cornelia felt incredibly awkward!

Patricia didn’t seem to mind this She continued, “Ms. Stewart, do you have a boyfriend?”

Cornelia replied, “I’m already married”

Patricia seemed a bit disappointed, “You got married so young?”

Cornelia nodded in confirmation

As Patricia prepared breakfast, she asked, “What would Ms Stewart like to eat?”

“Patricia, can I make something myself?” Cornelia suddenly craved some homemade food, so she decided to cook a dish herself

Patricia was very enthusiastic, ‘Of course! President Hartley rarely eats at home, so I usually make him breakfast. You can treat this place like your home and use the kitchen however you

like”

“Thank you then “Cornelia

began to prepare the ingredients she needed