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.”

a meal together was foiled. He asked again,

Cornelia, “Some pasta.”

she answered, no

a

Lester said you’re tired of the chef’s cooking and you haven’t been eating. He asked me to switch it up

upset hearing that. He thought she cooked because she cared about him. Guess he

head and ate

eat slowly, “President

Marcus didn’t say

know you’re a picky eater. I went

up, his heart fluttered seeing her bright eyes, an unfamiliar emotion stirred within him. “Thank you! I

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

food in Marcus‘ mouth suddenly

Cornelia, “President Hartley?”

transferred 1098

and smiled, “Thank you, President