Chapter 121 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• “Comelia, are you suggesting I say yes and let him treat us to dinner tonight?” asked Cornelia. “Hey, if we get to dine at that fancy place we’ve always wanted to go to without coughing up a penny, why the heck not?” Abigail replied. Comelia felt persuaded by Abigail and decided to accept Marcus‘ dinner invitation. The prices at Culinary Crest are sky–high, and it’s always packed, so you have to book ahead of time. Cornelia had to pull some strings. using President Hartley’s VIP status to score a private room.
• After booking the restaurant, she still had to deal with the move–in procedures for the new house. Being clueless about these things, she just went along with the property management’s instructions. Out of nowhere, Marcus showed up and took over, checking the list and the items provided by the property management. “You’re missing an access card. You should check with the person in charge. They’ll charge you next time you need one.” He was dealing with these petty things with the same focus he’d give a billion–dollar contract. Comelia watched him with a pang, wondering why it was Marcus beside her instead of Jeremy at such a moment. I’m talking to you. What are you thinking about?” Marcus seemed a bit stern, clearly unhappy with her constant distraction. When Marcus was angry, Cornelia felt terrified. “Um, I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
• Seeing her scared look, Marcus softened his tone. “Details matter. One misstep could lead to big trouble. Make sure the property management fixes whatever issue we found today.” Cornelia obediently nodded. “Yes.” Seeing Cornelia looking so well–behaved and understanding, yet somewhat wronged, Marcus not only didn’t have the heart to reprimand her, he didn’t even want to speak harshly. “Silly girl, I’m just reminding you. Why are you feeling wrong?” He not only called her a silly girl, but his tone was also full of indulgence. This was not how a boss should speak to an employee. Cornelia felt a little uncomfortable. She couldn’t get along with this version of Marcus. “President Hartley, I, I…” “Alright, I can only help you so much. You have to handle the rest. Nobody can help you forever.” Just when Cornelia felt that Marcus‘ tone was somewhat ambiguous, he coldly said this and then walked out. ‘I’ll wait for you outside.” Cornelia, “…” Why can’t she stop overthinking things, no matter how many times she told herself not to? The more she overthought, the more awkward she felt around Marcus privately. This can’t go on anymore.