Chapter 207 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• [There are still so many places I haven’t been to, so many delicious foods I haven’t tasted, and so many friends I haven’t made. I want to live, I want my life to be meaningful, and I want to spend the rest of my time doing the things I’ve always wanted to do but haven’t yet started. “Cornelia, it was you who pulled me back from the brink of death when I decided to leave this world. It was you who showed me hope again. You whispered in my ear that life only happens once, no do–overs. If you lose it, that’s it, it’s game over. “I’m grateful you saved me, thankful that you’ve given me a chance to keep exploring the world. As for escaping from Zavier, I’ve been ready for him to find me. I know that as long as he wants to, he’ll find me, it’s just a matter of time. “When I first ran away, I was terrified of being found by him, taken back, or facing those faces in the Rivera family that I didn’t want to see. I was afraid of living a life without freedom, controlled by others. “But after chatting with you last night, I’ve realized that true freedorn doesn’t come from where you live, but from within. What sets me free is not the place, but my heart. I used to be miserable because I cared too much about too many people and things. I was too concerned about how others perceived me. I was afraid to hear those harsh words, felt like everyone was giving me the side–eye. I always thought people were gossiping behind my back. When I stopped caring about all that and no longer hurt by those harsh words, I suddenly realized the huge rock pressing on my heart was gone and I could see a brighter future. “Cornelia, life is beautiful! Being able to not give a damn about what others think, living your life freely. It’s just wonderful!
• I hope you, like me, can live freely.” Skyler’s words deeply touched Cornelia, because they shared similar experiences. With teary eyes, Cornelia replied to Skyler: [Yes, live well and anything is possible. Don’t care about what others think. As long as you’re comfortable, that’s what matters.] Comelia was once a victim, worrying about others‘ harsh words and losing her stable home. Clearly, she was not at fault, the real culprits were the ones who wronged her, slandered her, and spread rumors without knowing the truth. Why should the victims.bear all the pain? Luckily, both she and Skyler had made it through and could now hold their heads high and do what they want to do, without being influenced by anyone else. “Cornelia, what’s wrong?” Marcus’s voice echoed in her ear again, deep and powerful, with a hint of concern that Cornelia hardly noticed Cornelia sniffled, “I got a message from Skyler, and it made me really happy.” Marcus said, “If you’re happy, why are you crying?” Cornelia said, “President Hartley, have you never experienced a moment so happy that it brings you to tears?” Marcus said, “No.”
• Cornelia was at a loss for words. Marcus went on, “At least, I haven’t encountered such a thing up to now.” Cornelia could understand. After all, he was born into a wealthy family, with more dough than he could ever spend. He was able to do whatever he fancied. It’d be hard for anything to rain on his parade. The matter with Skyler was temporarily put to bed. In the following days, Cornelia threw herself into work. She was swamped, barely even having time to catch some sleep, let alone chat with Jeremy. In a blink of an eye, a month had passed and spring was around the corner. All their work in Paris was done and dusted, and the team was gearing up to head back to Riverton. Cornelia was on the ball for booking the return flights and opted for a red–eye. The non–stop flight from Paris to Riverton was a twelve–hour haul. Landing around 6 in the evening local time, she could grab a bite with the long–unseen Zack and Abigail. Before the plane took off, Cornelia shot Jeremy a message: [Jeremy, I’m heading back tonight. You in Riverton now?] The message sent, and Cornelia checked the clock. It was a little past eleven at night in Paris, which made it early morning back home. Jeremy should’ve been out cold, likely wouldn’t reply. But the next second, the man who should’ve been in dreamland got back to her: [Safe travels!] Cornelia asked: [Are you still up, or did you wake up already?] Jeremy replied: [I’m still up.] Cornelia said: [Are you burning the midnight oil because of work?