Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Cornelia politely knocked on the door. Marcus allowed her in, and then she gingerly pushed open the door.

He was still sitting on the couch next to the window, with his back to the door, staring out the window, looking pretty lonesome. She had no idea what he was looking at

Seeing his back, Cornelia felt a pang in her heart, “President Hartley…”

It seemed Marcus hadn’t expected her to show up again. He turned around abruptly, “Why you here again?”

Comelia held up two lunch boxes, “I made food for you, would you like to try some?”

Marcus, wearing silver–rimmed glasses, his eyes lit up, “Did you make these yourself?”

Cornelia nodded, “Yes”

Marcus quickly stood up and moved toward her, not looking at all like the loss of appetite Dr. Lester had mentioned, “Perfect timing, I’m starving”

Cornelia opened the lunch boxes, took out the containers, and placed them on the table one by one, “Eat up then.”

Marcus took a seat, “Join me.”

Comelia, “I’ve already eaten.”

meal together was foiled. He asked again, “What did you

Cornelia, “Some pasta.”

asked, she answered, no

a

of the chef’s cooking and you haven’t been eating. He asked me

was a bit upset hearing that. He thought she cooked because she cared about him. Guess he got it

lowered his head

watched him eat slowly, “President Hartley, how’s the

irked, Marcus didn’t say the food was bad, “It’s

to get his approval, “I know you’re a picky eater. I went to Blueshell

an unfamiliar emotion stirred

from her pocket and showed him, “It cost 1098 dollars in total. Do you want to transfer it to me directly, or should

food in Marcus‘ mouth suddenly lost its

Cornelia, “President Hartley?”

and transferred 1098 dollars to

received the money and smiled,