Chapter 254 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• If Dr. Dawson’s meds couldn’t do the trick, then he was in deep trouble. Jayden floored the gas and the car bolted out like a shot arrow. As the car sped on, they heard Marcus murmur. “Life? Used to take it for granted Thought if it’s gone, it’s gone. Now, I wanna live. Cornelia just bought me new clothes, haven’t even worn them yet” Dr. Dawson was torn between pity and urgency Pity for Marcus not valuing his life before and urgency for his excessive concern about his marriage to Cornelia His dad was so lackluster about his mom and their marriage, and he swore as a kid to be nothing like his old man. After taking over the Hartley Group, he ditched all his dad’s rules. He fired all the big shots his dad favored People said he was just trying to have a firm grip on the Hartley Group But truth is, he just didn’t want anyone who had worked with his dad thinking they would betray family just like his father did His obsession with his marriage went beyond what most couples do. He was nothing but kind and indulgent to Cornelia. If Cornelia shared his feelings, all good. But if not? Then, to him, Cornelia was a ticking time bomb. Dr. Dawson knew he couldn’t hear. But she still whispered advice, hoping he would take heed and cut his losses, “You’re still thinking about Cornelia, but has she even cared about you after she got home? Marc, don’t forget, there’s more to your life than Cornelia. You have your grandma and your sister. They are your family, the ones who will never abandon you.” After saying this, Dr. Dawson felt something was off. To Marcus, not even family was guaranteed to stick around. His parents were the best example. Man, she didn’t know how to get through to him anymore. Meanwhile, Cornelia was just answering a phone call.
• In order to surprise her grandma, Cornelia didn’t mention she was going to Southern Summer Garden. She felt a bit sick last night, and planned to sleep in. She then caught a train to Southern Peak, and had lunch with the grandmas. But her work phone started ringing non–stop at six something in the morning Due to work, Cornelia’s work phone was never to be turned off. She could be called up for work in the dead of night. If someone was reaching out to her at this hour, it must be urgent. Despite having only slept for a few hours, Cornelia quickly got up to answer the call, “Hello, who’s this?” Zavier’s deep voice came through, “Ms. Stewart, President Hartley is hammered. Do you want to pick him up?” Cornelia asked, “Where are you?” Zavier replied, “Riverton, about ten miles away from your place. I’m at Riverside Terrace Club.” Marcus was feeling unwell on the flight back to Riverton last night and had to get treated. After dropping her off, he went drinking? Didn’t he care about his life at all? Didn’t he once say he wouldn’t make his wife a widow? Comelia began to doubt, “Mr. Rivera, is Marcus really drunk?” Zavier chuckled, “You two are so alike. Here, listen for yourself.” “Cornelia Marcus’s voice came through the phone, a little slurred but still sounding pleasant when saying her name. Cornelia immediately got up, quickly freshened up and headed out to pick up Marcus. On the way. She tried to call Dr. Dawson, but the call couldn’t get through. So Cornelia had no choice but to head to Riverside Terrace Club alone.
• Cornelia was well–acquainted with every high–end club in Riverton, but she had never heard of Riverside Terrace Club, which was just a stone’s throw from her house On her way to the Riverside Terrace Club, she had a hunch that this might be some kind of payback from Zavier. However, the thought of Marcus being there took the edge off her worries As dawn was just breaking and the roads were still quiet, Cornelia quickly arrived at her destination. She parked her car, and what met her eyes was a dilapidated fence. Nestled in the middle of the fence was an old wooden gate, with a barely visible sign reading “Riverside Terrace Club” hanging on it. This place didn’t look like a club at all. She began to suspect even more that this was Zavier’s way of getting back at her. As she was about to dial Zavier, a man in a suit appeared out of nowhere, ‘Ms. Stewart, follow me” Cornelia was so startled she almost dropped her cell. “Where the hell did you pop up from?” The man didn’t even bother to answer. He just swung open the old wooden gate, “Ms. Stewart, please follow me.” She half–expected a whole new world to unfold behind the gate like in the novels she had read. But when she stepped in, all she saw was a patch of weeds. She quickly backed out, looking warily at the man in the suit, “What’s Zavier got you doing?” Just a phone call from Zavier had led her here to this godforsaken place. What if he had some sinister plans? There were no cameras around, if anything happened to her, they wouldn’t find the culprit, and that thought was not comforting at all.