Chapter 333 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• He’d been feeling a bit under the weather recently, like he’d been put on ice. He just wanted to get some warmth from her but she reckoned he had ulterior motives. They held each other for a bit and he felt warmer so Cornelia pulled away. “Let’s just stay in the room, no more gallivanting” To her, any band or any right view was less important than his health. But Marcus was stubborn as a mule, “But I want to go out with you” Out of options, Cornelia said, “Fine, let’s go.” Out of the glasshouse, there was a well–lit scenic route. Though the sea view was hidden by the night, the technicolor lights made the road quite a sight. There were a few couples like them, holding hands. However, their presence drew all the attention Cornelia worried they’d be recognized as the big cheeses of the Hartley Group and tried to shake off Marcus hand. But Marcus wouldn’t let her off the hook that easy. “Cornelia, we’re married” “Right.” Cornelia lightened up. When others stared, she just smiled back. Those people ended up being the ones to look away in embarrassment. Some greeted her generously. “Your hubby’s a looker!” Cornelia replied. “Thanks for the compliment!” No matter how much of a heartthrob he was, he was off limits to others. There was a young couple walking ahead of them.
• They were whispering sweet nothings when the guy suddenly leaned in and the girl stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his face. Cornelia didn’t think much of it and kept moving forward, but Marcus stopped dead in his tracks, standing in front of her like a wall, Cornelia looked at him, “What’s up?” Marcus looked at her rosy lips, and his throat moved slightly, “We’re married too.” Cornelia didn’t quite get why he’d bring it up out of the blue but nodded anyway, “Yeah. The wind’s pretty strong tonight, let’s head back. We can skip the concert.” She cared about him. His hands were always cold and she was worried he might catch a cold. Marcus agreed, “Okay” They didn’t walk far before they returned to their room. Back in the glasshouse, Cornelia immediately cranked up the heat and poured a cup of hot water for Marcus, “Drink up. It’ll warm you up.” Marcus smiled, “I’m not as fragile as you think.”
• “Drink up first, I’ll be right back…” Finishing her sentence, Cornelia walked away. She knew he was the type to put on a brave face. Even if he was bedridden, he’d say he was fine After a few minutes, Cornelia came back with a big mineral water bottle. Entering the room, she thrust the bottle into Marcus‘ arms, “I filled this bottle with hot water Hold it to warm your hands.” Marcus stared at her. Her care and concern were like warm sunlight, gradually illuminating his cold and dark world, pulling him out of the dirty abyss he’d sunk into… Cornelia looked up and saw her worried face reflected in his deep eyes, “What’s wrong? You don’t like it? I can’t help it, Riverton has a mild climate so the hotel doesn’t provide heating.”