Chapter 208 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• She threw out such a simple request. If he would reject her, would that make her suspicious? Marcus was caught in a pickle. Just then, the airplane’s intercom announced that they were about to take off and requested everyone to switch their phones to airplane mode or turn them off. Immediately, Cornelia shot Jeremy a text: [Gonna take off soon.] Then, she fired off a message in the group chat with the three of them: [Zack, Abby, I’m flying home tonight. Leaves at midnight and I should touch down around 6pm Riverton time.] Having quickly fired off her messages, Cornelia switched her phone to airplane mode. She lifted her gaze only to collide with Marcus’s deep, complex eyes. He was staring at her, unblinkingly. Cornelia touched her face, “Is there something on my face?” Marcus coughed lightly, “You seemed pretty engrossed in your chat. Who are you chatting with?” Cornelia replied, “With Jeremy.” Marcus, trying to hide his discomfort, casually asked, “What are you guys talking about?” Cornelia gave an awkward laugh, “That’s a private matter between my husband and me.” Marcus stayed silent. She was having a chat with him but now made him feel like a complete outsider. It didn’t sit well with him. Twelve hours of flight time. It was a long, and Cornelia felt every inch of her body ache from sleeping. But from another perspective, it wasn’t that long, as she just take a nap, and when Comelia woke up, the plane was about to land. The moment the plane landed and Cornelia turned on her phone, she received messages from the three–person group. Zack and Abigail were saying they were planning to pick her up at the airport and go out for dinner.
• As Cornelia was about to reply, Marcus stopped her, “Cornelia, you’re coming with me to a party later.” “Sure.” Cornelia immediately called Zack, telling them not to pick her up from the airport as she was going to a party with Marcus. Zack was a bit miffed, “You guys have been out on this trip for so long. Now that you’re finally done, he’s still clinging to you.” Abigail added, “He is weird. He’s got a wife waiting for him at home, but he keeps you, his assistant, by his side. It’s hard not to overthink.” Cornelia said, “Don’t overthink. It’s just work.” Zack asked, “Can you give us a definite time? When can we see you?” Cornelia replied, “Once I finish today’s work, I should be home tomorrow.” Zack said, “If Marcus still doesn’t let you go tomorrow, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.” Cornelia laughed, “Even if you really want to give him a piece of your mind, you might get nabbed by his people before you even get close to him.” Zack asked, “Does Marcus have a lot of bodyguards?” Comelia didn’t answer. Marcus wasn’t like other bigwigs who always had a group of black–clad bodyguards following them. But Cornelia felt that, even if they weren’t visible, there were definitely a lot of people like Ayden lurking in the shadows.
• Sure, Cornelia would never spill the beans to anyone not related to Marcus, so she didn’t answer Zack’s question. Zack got it, no more questions asked. He just switched the topic right away, “Nelly, where’s the party at? How about me and Abby wait for you and give you a ride home? We don’t want to wait till tomorrow.” Comelia replied, “He didn’t give any specifics, and didn’t say where we’re going. I have no idea how long it’ll take. You and Abby don’t have to wait. I’ll grab a cab when I’m done.” Zack got more and more steamed up, “Paris to Riverton is a twelve–hour flight, anyone would be beat. No rest after the flight, just straight to work, Marcus is heartless.” “Zack, stop it, I know what I’m doing.” Cornelia didn’t want to hear any more trash talk about Marcus, so she ended the call quickly. She put away her phone and almost bumped into Marcus as she turned around, thankfully she steadied herself in time, “President Hartley, sorry, didn’t see you there.” Cornelia was on her phone as soon as they landed. Marcus saw her engrossed in her phone, oblivious to her surroundings. He worried she might bump into someone, so he walked on her outside, careful to protect her. Little did he know he’d overhear her friend. complaining about him, “Your friend got beef with me?” Cornelia got the fright of her life, and quickly shook her head, “No, President Hartley, don’t sweat it.”