Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 12

Not many people knew about Marcus’s shotgun marriage, except for his family and a few close friends, including Leonardo and

Cameron

In the past, when Leonardo asked him about it on the phone, he would always answer with a smile, “When I go back to my country, I’ll bring her home.”

Ever since he got cheated on, Marcus could only feel disgusted when thinking about that woman, and didn’t want to talk about her with anyone. “What do you think?”

Leonardo begged, “Marc, please satisfy my curiosity”

“Leon, don’t you know Marc’s personality? If he doesn’t want to talk about it, it must not be a big deal.” Cameron seemingly answered casually, but every word was probing the real situation between the couple.

Comelia was also curious about what was going on between the president and his wife.

Because his boss didn’t talk about his wife in the past few days.

Marcus could easily see through Cameron’s little schemes, but he lost interest and looked at Cornelia, “Let’s go.”

Leonardo, “You’re leaving already?”

Marcus, “Not in the mood anymore.”

Leonardo asked, “Besides work, what else can you be interested in?”

Marcus didn’t answer, just got up and walked out, with Cornelia hurriedly following.

As they reached the hall, they were surrounded by a group of people, all holding up their wine glasses to toast Marcus.

Cornelia finally realized why he hid in the room. Attending other people’s banquets and dealing with these people was indeed annoying. “Sorry! President Hartley is feeling unwell and can’t drink today.” Cornelia stood in front of Marcus, blocking anyone who dared to toast

him.

If she couldn’t block them, Cornelia would drink for Marcus.

Marcus was too eye–catching, and everyone wanted to build a relationship with the Hartley Group’s president. People kept coming over to toast him, as if he was the protagonist tonight.

Cornelia accompanied him in exchanging pleasantries with so many people, her head getting dizzy from drinking. “President Hartley, why does it feel like we’re escaping?”

“Dummy.” Marcus replied.

She blocked so much wine for him, and he still called her stupid. Cornelia felt wronged but didn’t dare to show it. “If President Hartley thinks I’m stupid, then I’ll be stupid.”

Marcus looked down at her….

For tonight’s banquet, she changed out of her usual simple work clothes and wore a sky–blue dress, her hair still tied up in a bun.

good enough to show off her perfect body curves. Because of the alcohol, her delicate face and slender neck

work.

those men came to toast Marcus, but later many were toasting her, their gazes greedy and lewd. She didn’t notice

but he didn’t. He wanted to see how foolish she could be.

eliminated.

you think everyone is worthy of drinking with me? If I don’t

a little drunk and emboldened, said, “President Hartley, why didn’t you say so earlier? You

she also blamed him. Marcus raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are

17”

Cornelia had no answer.

that he absolutely couldn’t drink, so she stood in

look from him could make those

laughed, covering her embarrassment with

Seeing them coming out, he hurriedly got

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in the back seat, and Cornelia took

to him and said, “Where do you live? Let Ayden drop you

hand, “Thank you, President Hartley, but there’s no need. Someone is picking

she took a taxi alone at night without telling Zack and Abigail, they gave her the cold shoulder for a

attending the banquet with Marcus today, she quickly messaged them. Zack said he would pick her up

asked, “Your

stunned, realizing he heard her conversation with

long ago.

and didn’t say anything, so Marcus took

Ayden found a spacious spot to park. “Ms. Stewart, do you

waved goodbye, “Goodbye, President Hartley! Goodbye,

lowered, and Marcus ordered, “Throw away the

walked to the back of the car and opened the

some of which she had personally wrapped. They were all gifts that her boss had intended to give to his wife. These gifts should have been given out earlier, but now they

untouched.

back and asked, “President Hartley, aren’t these gifts for your wife? Why didn’t you

cigarette and took a drag, “I won’t need them anymore. Throw them away, sell them, or use them yourself, whatever

want.”

her heart, “President Hartley, what happened between you and your wife? You love her so much, don’t let

his wife with such tender and firm eyes, but in just a week or two, his eyes had changed when he mentioned her cold

“Take the s

serious, “Take the stuff and don’t mention her in

beans, and Cornelia didn’t dare to probe

some stuff. As she bent down,

in, as his personal assistant, she couldn’t afford to embarrass herself in