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?

went to the door and opened it. A man

forty years old. The man was

immediately remembered seeing this man when she was

from Marcus, but she hadn’t seen him again after they entered the store,

looked surprised to see Cornelia, “Cornelia, what

but they seemed to know

“I’m Dr. Dawson, President Hartley’s personal

Cornelia stepped aside and let

her, changed her shoes, and went straight to Marcus. She quickly opened her medical

that, she said, “Marc, you know you can’t…”

worry, if she dares to reveal my weakness, I’ll have Ayden throw her into the river to feed the

Cornelia,”

She wanted to curse.

had she done to

busy for 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 soup is on the table. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.” The less you know, the safer it is. Cornelia cared about her life and prepared to

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

Chapter 9

know the weakness you don’t want outsiders to know.

an eyebrow, “You are

working, yet trying to stay out of it, she wasn’t

Comelia,

assistant, she didn’t seem to be

on her phone, not wanting to get involved in their business. However, their conversation

can’t drink mixed alcohol, yet you still did. You really don’t care about your

was upset, so I had a few

“Why were

president was in a bad mood, so

his wife, he

And this time too.

a conflict with

mixed alcohol mentioned in the mandatory course for the Hartley

that only a fool would write their

position meant there were many dangers