Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 9

Comelia wasn’t good at cooking, but Marcus didn’t give her a chance to say no. “There’s a recipe and ingredients for hangover soup in the kitchen. Make it and call me when it’s ready”

With no choice, Comelia took on the task. Luckily, she had done a lot of chores since she was a kid, so it wasn’t too hard for her.

She found the ingredients according to the recipe, washed and chopped them, and soon a steaming bowl of hangover soup was ready

Comelia carried the soup out of the kitchen, but Marcus was nowhere to be seen in the living room. She looked around and saw the bedroom door slightly ajar, with light spilling out from the crack.

She put down the soup and texted Marcus, “President Hartley, the hangover soup is ready. If you don’t need anything else, I’ll head out.”

Just after she sent the message, the doorbell rang, startling her in the quiet of the night.

Her gut told her it must be the president’s wife at this late hour, and she panicked a bit.

Although there was only a pure working relationship between her and Marcus, being alone together in the middle of the night could easily lead to misunderstandings.

As she hesitated, the bedroom door opened, and Marcus, wearing only a bathrobe, came out. “Go open the door.”

He had just taken a shower, with the bathrobe loosely hanging on his body and water dripping from his hair. Combined with his handsome face, he was like a walking male hormone.

Anyone who saw this scene would probably think too much. Cornelia nervously swallowed, “President Hartley, should I hide?”

Marcus, “Why would you hide?”

Cornelia, “It wouldn’t be good if your wife misunderstands.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t misunderstand, and I’m not interested in you either. Marcus threw back at her the words she had said to Leonardo earlier.

Of course, Cornelia knew he wasn’t interested in her, she just didn’t want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

If he wasn’t worried, then what was she afraid of?

She went to the door and opened it. A man and a woman were standing outside.

looked about forty years old. The man was tall and muscular, with dark skin and a thick

man when she was shopping

him again after they entered the store, so she never thought the man had anything to

see Cornelia, “Cornelia, what are

recognize the two, but they seemed to know her,

Hartley’s personal doctor. This

stepped aside and let them

shoes, and went straight to Marcus. She quickly opened her medical bag, prepared

that, she said, “Marc, you know you can’t…” She stopped and

worry, if she dares to reveal my weakness, I’ll have Ayden throw her into the

Cornelia,”

She wanted to curse.

had she done to deserve

sleeping soundly when someone called her, rushed to Shimmer Club, drove him home, and made him hangover soup… After being busy for most of the night, she hadn’t heard a word of thanks, and he still wanted to throw her into the river to feed the

by herself, but the

Chapter 9

“President Hartley, I don’t want to know

raised an eyebrow,

by his side and working, yet trying to stay out of it, she wasn’t stupid

Comelia,

his personal assistant, she didn’t

phone, not wanting

Dawson chattered, “You know you can’t drink mixed alcohol, yet you

upset, so I had a

“Why were you

the president was in a bad mood, so she listened carefully, but Marcus

went to see his wife, he was in a bad mood the

And this time too.

really have a conflict with

why wasn’t Marcus’s allergy to mixed alcohol mentioned in the mandatory course for the Hartley Group president’s

it and immediately understood that only a fool would write their weaknesses in the manual

there were many dangers surrounding him. He had to be more