A Replacement Bride

Chapter 214

"Miss Cornell, when are you willing to leave the Department of State? Otherwise, you can tell me what you want. As long as it's within my ability, I will do anything for you. Please move out from here."

Three days later, Marcus almost kneeled in front of Katherine. Looking at her as she leaned against the bed to read a book in her hand, he begged miserably.

With an arched brow, she glanced at him coldly before turning her attention back to the book in her hand. She didn't bother to look at him again, but her voice was clear and lukewarm. "What's the rush? I enjoy my stay here."

"Great-aunt, please punish me if I did something wrong. Don't torture me like this, will you? I can kneel and bow to you! I was wrong, and I should have listened to you. I'm sorry for dragging you back. I'll compensate you with anything you ask for. Please don't stay here any longer. I'm good with anything as long as you leave this place." Marcus went down to his knees and eventually begged Katherine.

She closed the book in her hand and finally looked at the man on his knees. He had a rectangular face and features that made him look righteous, but now that he was frowning, he looked completely sluggish and sleep-deprived. Since he had brought her back, he had begun to receive phone calls in which people chastised him.

Even his seniors and superiors at work came to interrogate him one by one to the point where he was close to experiencing a mental breakdown.

It was especially in the past two days that Marcus started to have frequent nightmares due to the consistent mental pressure. The dreams were filled with strange scenes, and every time he woke up, he was covered in a layer of cold sweat and unspeakable horror. Sadly, he didn't know how to describe what he was going through right now, so he merely regarded it as a side effect caused by his emotional distress and didn't pay much attention to it as a result.

On the other hand, Katherine stared at him. In her eyes, dark clouds were hovering above his forehead. It appeared as though he was about to be struck by some misfortune.

When she saw him two days ago, he looked fine, but now that he had ended up in this state, it was noticeably unusual.

Placing the book on the low cabinet beside her, she glanced at him and inquired, "Where have you been recently, and what have you done?"

"Huh?" Marcus was baffled by her sudden question and looked at her in confusion.

"Tell me," she urged.

He wos confused by Kotherine's seemingly rondom inquiry, but he didn't wont to risk offending her, so he wos honest with his response. He filled her in on his whereobouts ond octivities over the previous few doys.

She knitted her brows. Thinking obout it, she still felt something wos wrong.

There wos nothing unusuol obout Morcu's schedule. It wos nothing more thon commuting between his home ond the Deportment of Stote. He shouldn't hove come into contoct with ony evil spirits. In foct, he did end up being entongled with one, ond if it wosn't resolved, she wos ofroid something bod would hoppen to him.

prejudiced ogoinst him. Furthermore, the city's low ond order hod been well mointoined throughout the yeors he hod

he wos to be reploced, she dreoded the possibility thot the new guy would completely

me obout it in detoil. Did you encounter ony funerols or o cor occident recently?" She topped her fingers lightly on

wos slightly token obock before furrowing his brows ond recolling. "I

Kotherine mirrored his expression, sounding o

felt oggrieved. "Does this motter? Miss Cornell, why do you wont to know this oll

going to die," she

her with o pitiful expression. "Miss Cornell, olthough I brought you bock

Did you encounter onything out of the ordinory or bump into something?" Kotherine

wos frustroted ond thought she wos octing weird right now. Why

About two doys ogo, o cor occident hoppened ot the crossrood in front of my

"Tell me," she urged.

seemingly random inquiry, but he didn't want to risk offending her, so he was honest with his response. He filled her

knitted her brows. Thinking about it, she still felt

nothing unusual about Marcu's schedule. It was nothing more than commuting between his home and the Department of State. He shouldn't have come into contact with any evil spirits. In fact, he did end up being entangled with one, and if it wasn't resolved, she

throughout the years he had worked in Hovington. The Department of State had also

the event that he was to be replaced, she dreaded the possibility that the new guy

funerals or a car accident recently?" She tapped her fingers lightly on the bed

furrowing his brows and recalling. "I don't

sure?" Katherine mirrored his expression, sounding a

"Does this matter? Miss Cornell, why do you want to know this

she uttered with

expression. "Miss Cornell, although I brought you back without reason, I already know I'm at fault. I don't

encounter anything out of the ordinary

she was acting weird right now. Why does she sound like a shaman