Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 12

Not many people knew about Marcus’s shotgun marriage, except for his family and a few close friends, including Leonardo and

Cameron

In the past, when Leonardo asked him about it on the phone, he would always answer with a smile, “When I go back to my country, I’ll bring her home.”

Ever since he got cheated on, Marcus could only feel disgusted when thinking about that woman, and didn’t want to talk about her with anyone. “What do you think?”

Leonardo begged, “Marc, please satisfy my curiosity”

“Leon, don’t you know Marc’s personality? If he doesn’t want to talk about it, it must not be a big deal.” Cameron seemingly answered casually, but every word was probing the real situation between the couple.

Comelia was also curious about what was going on between the president and his wife.

Because his boss didn’t talk about his wife in the past few days.

Marcus could easily see through Cameron’s little schemes, but he lost interest and looked at Cornelia, “Let’s go.”

Leonardo, “You’re leaving already?”

Marcus, “Not in the mood anymore.”

Leonardo asked, “Besides work, what else can you be interested in?”

Marcus didn’t answer, just got up and walked out, with Cornelia hurriedly following.

As they reached the hall, they were surrounded by a group of people, all holding up their wine glasses to toast Marcus.

Cornelia finally realized why he hid in the room. Attending other people’s banquets and dealing with these people was indeed annoying. “Sorry! President Hartley is feeling unwell and can’t drink today.” Cornelia stood in front of Marcus, blocking anyone who dared to toast

him.

If she couldn’t block them, Cornelia would drink for Marcus.

Marcus was too eye–catching, and everyone wanted to build a relationship with the Hartley Group’s president. People kept coming over to toast him, as if he was the protagonist tonight.

Cornelia accompanied him in exchanging pleasantries with so many people, her head getting dizzy from drinking. “President Hartley, why does it feel like we’re escaping?”

“Dummy.” Marcus replied.

She blocked so much wine for him, and he still called her stupid. Cornelia felt wronged but didn’t dare to show it. “If President Hartley thinks I’m stupid, then I’ll be stupid.”

Marcus looked down at her….

she changed out of her usual simple work clothes and wore a sky–blue dress, her hair still tied

perfect body curves. Because of the alcohol, her delicate face

work.

first, those men came to toast Marcus, but later many were toasting her, their gazes greedy and

didn’t. He wanted to see how foolish she could be. If she didn’t improve,

eliminated.

“Do you think everyone is worthy of drinking with me? If I don’t want to drink, who

emboldened, said, “President Hartley, why didn’t you

blamed him. Marcus raised an

17”

Cornelia had no answer.

drink, so she stood in front

forgot that one look from him could

laughed, covering her embarrassment with a

Seeing them coming

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back seat, and

at the empty seat next to him and said, “Where do you live? Let Ayden drop you off on

“Thank you, President Hartley, but there’s no need. Someone is picking me up. Just drop me off at the main

without telling Zack and Abigail,

out she was attending the banquet with Marcus today, she quickly messaged them. Zack said he would pick her up

casually asked, “Your

he heard her conversation

name only had disappeared long ago. There was no way he would

say anything, so Marcus took it as

and Ayden found a spacious spot to

opened the door, and waved

lowered, and Marcus ordered, “Throw away the stuff in

little tipsy and unsteady, walked to

gifts that her boss had intended to give to his wife. These gifts should have been given out earlier, but now

untouched.

asked, “President Hartley, aren’t these gifts for your wife? Why

cigarette and took a drag, “I won’t need them anymore. Throw them away, sell them, or use them

want.”

felt a sour feeling in her heart, “President Hartley, what happened between you and your wife? You love her so much, don’t let

a week or two, his eyes had changed

“Take the s

turned serious, “Take the stuff and don’t mention her in front of

wanna spill the beans, and

stuff. As she bent down, she felt

in, as his personal assistant, she couldn’t afford to embarrass herself in

lift the