Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 9

Comelia wasn’t good at cooking, but Marcus didn’t give her a chance to say no. “There’s a recipe and ingredients for hangover soup in the kitchen. Make it and call me when it’s ready”

With no choice, Comelia took on the task. Luckily, she had done a lot of chores since she was a kid, so it wasn’t too hard for her.

She found the ingredients according to the recipe, washed and chopped them, and soon a steaming bowl of hangover soup was ready

Comelia carried the soup out of the kitchen, but Marcus was nowhere to be seen in the living room. She looked around and saw the bedroom door slightly ajar, with light spilling out from the crack.

She put down the soup and texted Marcus, “President Hartley, the hangover soup is ready. If you don’t need anything else, I’ll head out.”

Just after she sent the message, the doorbell rang, startling her in the quiet of the night.

Her gut told her it must be the president’s wife at this late hour, and she panicked a bit.

Although there was only a pure working relationship between her and Marcus, being alone together in the middle of the night could easily lead to misunderstandings.

As she hesitated, the bedroom door opened, and Marcus, wearing only a bathrobe, came out. “Go open the door.”

He had just taken a shower, with the bathrobe loosely hanging on his body and water dripping from his hair. Combined with his handsome face, he was like a walking male hormone.

Anyone who saw this scene would probably think too much. Cornelia nervously swallowed, “President Hartley, should I hide?”

Marcus, “Why would you hide?”

Cornelia, “It wouldn’t be good if your wife misunderstands.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t misunderstand, and I’m not interested in you either. Marcus threw back at her the words she had said to Leonardo earlier.

Of course, Cornelia knew he wasn’t interested in her, she just didn’t want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

If he wasn’t worried, then what was she afraid of?

and opened it. A

woman was carrying a medical bag and looked about forty years old. The man was tall

this man

after they entered the store, so she never thought the man had anything to do

to see Cornelia, “Cornelia, what are you doing

recognize the two, but they seemed

woman said, “I’m Dr. Dawson, President Hartley’s personal doctor. This tall guy

stepped aside and

smiled at her, changed her shoes, and went straight to Marcus. She quickly opened her medical bag, prepared a syringe, and gave Marcus

know you

dares to reveal my weakness, I’ll have Ayden throw her into the

Cornelia,”

She wanted to curse.

done to

most of the night, she hadn’t heard a word of thanks, and he still wanted to throw her into the river to feed the fish. “President Hartley, the hangover

her, and Cornelia tried to leave by herself, but the tall, muscular man was standing at the

Chapter 9

back at Marcus, “President Hartley, I don’t want to know the weakness you don’t want outsiders to know. Please

an eyebrow,

to stay out of it, she wasn’t stupid

Comelia,

his personal assistant, she didn’t seem to

no choice but to sit quietly to the side, playing on her phone, not wanting to get involved in their business. However, their conversation still entered her

alcohol, yet you

was upset, so

“Why

why the president was in a bad mood, so

his wife, he

And this time too.

a conflict

wasn’t Marcus’s allergy to mixed alcohol mentioned in the mandatory course

about it and immediately understood that only a fool would write their

dangers