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….

simple work clothes and wore a sky–blue dress, her hair

plain, but her figure was good enough to show off her perfect body curves. Because of the alcohol, her delicate face and slender neck were

work.

their gazes greedy and lewd. She

he didn’t. He wanted to see how foolish she could

eliminated.

of drinking with me? If I don’t want to drink, who can force

drunk and emboldened, said, “President Hartley, why didn’t you say so earlier? You let me drink

herself for not being smart enough, she also blamed him. Marcus raised an eyebrow and

17”

Cornelia had no answer.

thought that he absolutely couldn’t drink, so she stood

forgot that one look from him could make

her embarrassment

Seeing them coming

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the back seat, and Cornelia took the

empty seat next to him and said, “Where

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

telling Zack and Abigail, they gave her the cold shoulder for a

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

asked,

realizing he heard her

long ago.

anything, so Marcus

quickly left the villa area, and Ayden found a spacious spot

nodded, opened the door, and waved goodbye, “Goodbye, President Hartley! Goodbye,

Marcus ordered, “Throw away the

tipsy and unsteady, walked to the back

They were all gifts that her boss had intended to give to

untouched.

came back and asked, “President Hartley, aren’t these gifts for your wife? Why didn’t you give

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

want.”

you and your wife? You love her so much, don’t

used to look at his wife with such tender and firm eyes, but in just a week or two, his eyes had changed when

“Take the s

and don’t mention her in front of me

beans, and Cornelia didn’t

to the back of the car to move some stuff. As she

her best to hold it in, as his personal assistant, she couldn’t afford to embarrass herself in

deep breath, she was about to lift the stuff when