Chapter 349 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• “Comelia Stewart said, “I’m not just looking after you, but Granny too. You’re all family to me now, so of course, I’m gonna take care of you guys.” She was both beautiful and kind, and talked so sweetly Who wouldn’t fall for a girl like that? “Nelly, I’m really happy today.” Granny Luisa’s face was filled with a kind and welcoming smile, she was absolutely pleased with Cornelia And of course, it wasn’t just Granny who was happy today. Marcus was over the moon too. He was not much of a talker, but he was all ears to every word Cornelia said. He saw her standing up for him, standing up for his sister, and even saying that they were all family. Even though she didn’t quickly accept his identity change, she was trying her best to adapt to it. Cornelia’s words and actions were like warm streams slowly filling his heart, making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He watched Cornelia, quietly listening to her speak. Until Granny Luisa called his name, “Marc, what are you daydreaming about?
• Take Nelly upstairs to change. We can talk about the rest when she comes back down.” Marcus nodded, “Sure.” Comelia said, “Granny, I didn’t bring any change of clothes.” Granny Luisa said, “No worries, Marc has got you covered.” Cornelia turned to look at Marcus. He had everything prepared for her? Why was he always so thoughtful? The more thoughtful he was, the more she felt like she wasn’t being a good enough wife. Marcus reached out to hold her hand, “Let’s go.” Cornelia felt a bit shy holding his hand. But with everyone around, it would be rude to pull away, so she let him lead her upstairs. The Hartley family mansion, chosen by Marcus‘ great–grandfather, was where two generations of the Hartleys lived and fought their battles. Once the Hartley Group grew, Grandma and grandpa renovated and expanded the old house.
• That renovation was decades ago, so the house didn’t have an elevator like modern houses, only stairs to reach the third floor. Marcus led Cornelia, slowly making their way upstairs. Cornelia whispered, “I thought coming home meant just having a meal with Granny and chatting with her. I had no idea there’d be all these rituals. Why didn’t you tell me beforehand? I came in my work clothes, and it looks like I’m disrespecting Granny.” “Respect isn’t about what you wear, but what you do. You’re just coming home to the Hartley Mansion after work, why would you need to change?” Marcus playfully tugged her hair, one of his favorite things to do. Cornelia muttered under her breath, “I can’t win with you.” Marcus asked, “So you think I’m wrong? If you disrespected Granny, would she like you this much? Don’t be fooled by her constant smile. She used to be a real go–getter, very assertive. There weren’t many who weren’t afraid of her.” Cornelia, “Are you badmouthing Granny?” Marcus, “Yes, I’m just afraid you’ll end up liking Granny more than me.” He was always so straightforward. His directness caught Cornelia off–guard. Her face had just returned to normal, but his words brought a blush back to her cheeks.