Chapter 12 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• 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…. For tonight’s banquet, she changed out of her usual simple work clothes and wore a sky–blue dress, her hair still tied up in a bun.
• The dress was 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 flushed, making her look innocent and sexy at the same time, very different from her usual competent image at work. At first, those men came to toast Marcus, but later many were toasting her, their gazes greedy and lewd. She didn’t notice and kept drinking one glass after another. He could have stopped them, but he didn’t. He wanted to see how foolish she could be. If she didn’t improve, she would eventually be eliminated. He looked away, “Do you think everyone is worthy of drinking with me? If I don’t want to drink, who can force me?” Cornelia, a little drunk and emboldened, said, “President Hartley, why didn’t you say so earlier? You let me drink so much.” Blaming herself for not being smart enough, she also blamed him. Marcus raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you the assistant, or am Cornelia had no answer.