Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 1269
“I’m just giving you a heads up, whether you take it or leave it, it’s your call. Trevor looked up, his gaze landing on a car parked far away. “I am a pawn Brennen placed by your side. Now that you’re of no use
to him, so am I.”
Cornelia followed Trevor’s gaze, “He had someone tail you?”
Trevor shifted his gaze back to Comelia, but there was no surprise this time. “Sometimes being too clever isn’t such a good thing”
When Cornelia didn’t reply, Trevor continued. “Send a message to Abby for me. When I first approached her, it was indeed Brennen’s orders. But as time went on, I really fell for her. I genuinely wanted to marry her, I even thought we could live a normal life after marriage. Regardless, the blame is on me, I let her down. I’m really sorry”
“Sorry? Another ‘sorry? Comelia chuckled “Do you know what ‘sorry’ means?”

“Of course, it’s an apology Trevor said.
Comelia sneered, “It means knowingly doing wrong. You knew it was wrong, yet you still did it, and then you say sorry. This kind of sorry is even more toxic than poison.”
She wamed “Anyway, I don’t want to see you around Abby anymore. Don’t disturb her life.”
“I won’t from now on” said Trevor.
Cornelia seemed to want to say something more, but after some thought, she held her tongue and hailed a cab home.
was still early for lunch and Patricia hadn’t returned from grocery shopping yet. Cornelia washed her face and headed to her study, it was almost time for her class.
She had never worked as a scriptwriter, and the only reason she took on the scriptwriting job for The Hitched Chronicles was because Foriver Entertainment had sweet-talked her.
The comic was a warm, slow-paced, healing type of story. If not written well, it could easily become a dull narrative. Many renowned scriptwriters who hadn’t written this kind of script didn’t want to take on the task. Someone suggested that the original author of the comic should do it. And so they approached Cornelia. Despite their persistent persuasion, Cornelia resisted the temptation and firmly declined their invitation.
As the saying went, ‘every trade has its master,” Cornelia knew she wasn’t cut out for scriptwriting and didn’t want to ruin her previous career.
As they were leaving, one of them said, ‘As the ‘mom, you would know your ‘child’ best. I think if you were to adapt it, we could achieve the desired effect.”
Because of that, Comelia impulsively agreed. After agreeing, she was completely at a loss, having no idea how to write a script.