Chapter 210 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Honestly, Comelia wasn’t keen on staying at Marcus’s place. Even though Marcus had told her many times to make herself at home, it was just not the same as being in her own crib, “My friends are waiting for me back home, Patricia.” Checking the time, Marcus said, “Just crash here for the night. Get some rest and come with me to discuss an important project tomorrow.” With that said, Comelia had no choice but to stay. After freshening up, she texted Jeremy from bed: [Jeremy, I’ve made it to Riverton.] After sending the message, she waited for a reply. When none came, she felt a bit down. Most of the time, she was the one reaching out to Jeremy, who hardly ever initiated any conversations. He knew she was coming back to Riverton today but didn’t even bother to check if she had arrived safely. Tossing and turning in bed, she felt tired but suddenly, very thirsty. She got out of bed and went downstairs to get a drink. To her surprise, there was someone sitting quietly in the living room. The lights were off, but with the help of the stairway light, she recognized Marcus sitting in the dark. He sat there like a statue, his eyes empty behind his silver–framed glasses, as if he was soulless. It was heartbreaking. She walked up to him and gently called, “President Hartley.” There was no response. She called again, but still no answer. It was as if he was lost in another world. “Are you okay?” She asked, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. Like a startled beast, he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her. “It’s me! Ouch!” She said quickly. He was usually so genteel with his glasses on, but he was surprisingly strong. Cornelia felt like her arm was about to break. Hearing her voice and recognizing her face, Marcus’s eyes cleared up a bit, “Cornelia?” Tears streaming down her face, Cornelia nodded, “President Hartley, it’s me. Could you please let go of my arm?
• I think you’re breaking it.” He didn’t release her, but he loosened his grip and checked her arm, “Did I hurt you?” She moved her arm around. It seemed okay. “No.” “I’m sorry, Cornelia. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “I know.” “Why aren’t you sleeping?” “I was thirsty and came downstairs for water.” “Go ahead.” He turned his gaze back to the window. Cornelia wanted to sit and chat with him for a bit but thought better of it. She went to the bar to get some water, planning to sneak back upstairs. But then, a low, somewhat melancholic voice came from behind her, “Cornelia, would you sit with me for a while?” Chapter 413 This wasn’t the first time Comelia had seen Marcus like this. After that Courtney got to him once, he had been a mess ever since. Did Courtney do something to him again? Comelia rubbed her arm, almost twisted off by Marcus. She then poured him a glass of water, and sat a good couple of seats away from him. Marcus wasn’t talking, and Cornelia didn’t know what to say. She just kept his company, silently, looking out the window with him. It was a fine day in Riverton. Looking out the living room window, she could see a crescent moon in the sky. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on them, like a hazy oil painting. Cornelia turned to look at Marcus.
• The man was a knockout, no rnatter the angle. High nose bridge, long eyelashes, and those lips…. She had to admit, Marcus was a godsend, with his looks, his physique and his charisma. She couldn’t help but stare. It brought back memories of her wedding with Jererny at the city hall two years ago. In her mind, Jeremy’s face was somewhat similar to Marcus“. The thought startled her. Was she seeing similarities because she spent so much time with Marcus and he was so good to her? The idea was terrifying. She quickly squashed it, forcing herself not to think nonsense. After what felt like an eternity, she was about to drift off to sleep. But Marcus was still sitting there motionless, looking out the window. Several times she wanted to ask him what happened, but seeing his face, she couldn’t muster the words. Maybe just being there for him was the best comfort she could give. Time ticked away, into the wee hours. Finally, Marcus’s deep voice echoed in her ears, Cornelia.” She sat upright immediately, “President Hartley, I’m here, what’s up?” He stopped gazing into the distance, slowly turned to look at her, “I really want to spend the rest of my life with my wife, and I care about how she sees me, you know?” Did she stare at him too much and he misinterpreted it as her having feelings for him?