Chapter 43 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Dr. Dawson instinctively glanced at Marcus, who was staring at his tablet without any reaction, as if it didn’t matter to him whether Cornelia left or not Dr. Dawson shook his head helplessly. ‘Cornelia, have the oatmeal first, then we’ll talk.” “Alright “Cornelia also planned to eat first before leaving, otherwise, Zack and Abigail would worry about her current state. The oatmeal was soothing and comforting. Cornelia had one bowl and wanted another. Seeing hier like this, Dr. Dawson said with a grin, ‘Being able to eat means you’re getting better.” It’s mainly because of Dr. Dawson’s cooking skills. After two bowls of oatmeal, Cornelia felt much more energetic and refreshed. President Hartley, Dr. Dawson, I be going Before Cornelia could finish her sentence. Ayden entered carrying a large box. “Sir, it’s a birthday gift from Ryan. He insisted that you personally open it. I’ve checked it, and there are no dangerous items Would you like to open it?” Marcus nodded impatiently Ayden quickly unpacked the box and several layers of wrapping, only to find some adult items inside.
• Ayden blushed, “President Hartley, how could Ryan… Dr. Dawson covered his mouth, “Well” Cornelia didn’t say anything Rumors had it that the president of her company never showed interest in women, and there were even gossip about his wife’s infidelity within the four major families. Could it be that he preferred to touch an inflatable doll rather than a real person? If that were the case, President Hartley might have some unspeakable hidden issues. Cornelia didn’t know whether to feel sorry for President Hartley or his wife. Marcus glanced at the item, not blushing or skipping a beat, and calmly said, “Wrap it in clear packaging and send it to his office when Ryan returns.” “Yes.” Ayden quickly put away the doll, afraid of embarrassing his boss Cornelia could only pretend she didn’t see anything and said calmly. “President Hartley, I’ll be leaving then.”
• “Hmm.” Marcus still didn’t look up. When he heard Cornelia walking towards the door and the sound of the door opening and closing, he began to cough violently after making sure she har left. Dr. Dawson said, “You better go back, I’ll continue the infusion for you” He had rushed over as soon as he heard Cornelia had woken up, but after arriving, he ignored her and no one knew what he wanted to do. “No need for that. I have to meet my grandma after a while.” Dr. Dawson knew he couldn’t change his mind but couldn’t help nagging, “If you don’t go this time, the old lady won’t blame you” Mansions were different, with fewer residents and private elevators, it was hard to run into neighbors Cornella quickly reached the first floor, left the complex, and found a conspicuous spot to wait for her friends. Ayden appeared out of nowhere, “Ms. Stewart, Mrs. Hartley has flown abroad, and her minions have been dealt with. No one will bother you again.” Cornelia said, “Thank you!” Ayden didn’t say a word and turned to leave. Cornelia turned around and saw Zack’s car arriving Back upstairs, Ayden told Marcus, President Hartley, Ms. Stewart’s husband picked her up, so I didn’t follow.” Marcus took a drag of his cigarette, his fingers hesitating for a moment. The cigarette burned slowly, inching towards his fingertips, but he didn’t seem to feel the pain He knew full well that Cornelia didn’t belong to him. After mistakenly taking an aphrodisiac and passing out for a day and night, he didn’t even have the right to stay by her bedside and take care of her. He could only get updates on her condition through the doctor Dr. Dawson watched from the side, feeling a sudden pang in her heart. This was probably what they called ‘meeting the right person at the wrong time When Cornelia said she wanted to go home all he had to do was say one wond to make her stay But he didn’t Marcus had always been the type to get what he wanted, by hook or by crook. But when it came to Cornelia, he had been holding back. Marcus it another cigarette, and Dr. Dawson jumped up, anxious “Young Master, your fever hasn’t gone down, and your throat isn’t getting better yet. You can’t smoke anymore” Marcus continued to smoke, calming his emotions before saying slowly, “Take me to Southern Peak.”