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?

to the door and opened it. A

and looked about forty years old. The man was tall and muscular, with dark skin and a thick scar under

of his distinctive appearance, Cornelia immediately remembered seeing this man when she was

hadn’t seen him again after they entered the store, so

Cornelia, “Cornelia, what are

they seemed to know her, “Who are

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

Cornelia stepped aside and

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

you know you can’t…” She stopped

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

Cornelia,”

She wanted to curse.

had she done

her, rushed to Shimmer Club, drove him home, and made him hangover soup… After being 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

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

Chapter 9

want to know

eyebrow, “You are

to stay out of it, she wasn’t stupid

Comelia,

didn’t seem to

on her phone, not wanting to get involved in their business. However, their conversation still entered her ears without missing

alcohol, yet you still did.

so I had a

“Why were

president was in a bad mood,

he went to see his wife, he was in a bad mood

And this time too.

he really have a conflict with his

in the mandatory course for the Hartley Group president’s

only a fool would write their weaknesses in the manual

Group, his position meant there were many dangers surrounding him. He had