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.

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

work.

toasting her, their gazes greedy and lewd. She didn’t notice and kept drinking one

didn’t. He wanted to see how foolish she could be. If she didn’t improve, she would

eliminated.

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

and emboldened, said, “President Hartley, why didn’t you

also blamed him. Marcus

17”

Cornelia had no answer.

drink, so she stood in front

one look from him could make those people back

her embarrassment with

was already waiting in the car at the door. Seeing them coming

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back seat, and Cornelia took

him and said, “Where do you live? Let

waved her hand, “Thank you, President Hartley, but there’s no need. Someone is picking me up. Just drop me off at the main

she took a taxi alone at night without telling Zack and Abigail,

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

asked, “Your

stunned, realizing he heard her conversation

in name only had disappeared long ago.

didn’t say anything, so Marcus

spacious spot to park. “Ms. Stewart, do

opened the door, and waved goodbye, “Goodbye, President Hartley!

lowered, and Marcus ordered, “Throw away the stuff in the

unsteady, walked to the back of the car and

trunk was filled to the brim with beautifully wrapped gifts, 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 were all piled

untouched.

Hartley, aren’t these gifts for your wife? Why didn’t

took a drag, “I won’t need them anymore. Throw them away, sell

want.”

and your wife? You love her so much, don’t let a momentary impulse ruin your

firm eyes, but in just a week

“Take the s

voice suddenly turned serious, “Take the stuff and don’t

didn’t wanna spill the beans, and Cornelia didn’t dare

As she bent down, she felt dizzy and her

her best to hold it in, as his personal assistant, she couldn’t afford to embarrass herself in front of