Chapter 220 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Granny Rebecca was a retired teacher who loved getting her nose stuck in a book. So, Trent had set her up a little reading nook in a corner of the balcony and even threw in a rocking chair. She could chill out there, bask in the sun, and immerse herself in her favorite reads. Next up, the study room. Cornelia was a sucker for painting and reading. The room was decorated in a plain and orderly manner, but the color coordination was super cozy. The left and right walls were stacked with ceiling–high bookshelves that could stash a ton of books. A bunch of plants were placed in front of the window. Whenever Cornelia got tired of reading, she just had to lift her head to get a sight of some lush greenery, which was right up her alley. Last but not least, the master bedroom and the walk–in closet. Nothing extraordinary about these two, Trent simply nailed Cornelia’s request for a chic, minimalist, and comfy vibe. The house decor was exactly Cornelia’s cup of tea and it was strikingly similar to the design she had in mind. Trent’s attention to detail was the icing on the cake. Cornelia took a tour and was over the moon. Trent, the dependable designer, had turned her house into her dream home. Zack and Abigail were all praises, “If ever we need to get our house done up, you’re the man.” Most of Trent’s clients were loaded like Marcus and they all appreciated his design. They paid up without a fuss, but seldom did they shower him with such sincere compliments. Sometimes, genuine praises could be more rewarding than a fat paycheck. “Sure thing, hit me up if you need anything. The renovation is complete. Just give it some time for the formaldehyde to dissipate, then you can move into your new crib. Trent said. Cornelia said, “Trent, I can’t thank you enough. I was out of the country on a business trip during the renovation and was swamped for two weeks straight when I got back. Haven’t even had the chance to drop by. You’ve done a bang–up job getting the house to match the design.”
• Trent came clean, “You think I’d break my back doing this if it wasn’t for your hubby Jeremy?” Cornelia said, “Right, you’ve been giving it your all for Jeremy’s sake. Let’s settle the accounts, I’ll wire you the balance.” Trent said, “Don’t sweat it, your hubby has already paid up.” Cornelia said, “He did? Why didn’t he tell me?” “He didn’t tell you but I did.” Trent said. Cornelia was pleased as punch and Trent was tickled pink to receive a hefty sum, “Alright, Ms. Stewart, my wife’s waiting for me at home. I gotta bounce. You know where to find me if you need anything.” After Trent left, Cornelia heard Zack say, “Didn’t know Jeremy was more reliable than I thought. He even takes care of some stuff for you.” Cornelia laughed and said, “He’s always been great.” Zack gave her a stare look and said, “Keep defending him. When’s he gonna show up?” Cornelia took out her cell phone and said, “I’ve been swamped lately, didn’t have much time to catch up with him. I’ll ask him when he’s gonna be back in Riverton.” Even though she said that, Cornelia actually texted Jeremy: [You’ve transferred all the money you made last year to me. How did you still have enough to cover the renovation?] Jeremy replied right away: [I did transfer all the money I made last year to you, but I still have some savings I made before that.] Cornelia replied. [Why didn’t you keep the money for yourself? Why did you give me all your money to spend?] Jeremy: [You’re my wife. If I’m not spending my money on you, then who else should I, right?] Lots of guys would say this to their wives, but the ones who actually followed through without whining about it were few and far between. Jeremy didn’t just talk the talk, he walked the walk too. Cornelia was so smitten with him: [I’m just worried that you’re spending all your. money on me and there won’t be enough for your business.] Jeremy: [Don’t sweat it. I know what I’m doing when it comes to business.
• Plus, I’m gonna live in this house too, might as well contribute something. You’re not gonna go all Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde on me and kick me out, are you?] Comelia: [You big goof, you’re my husband, why would I kick you out? It’s just that I’ve been so swamped lately and you didn’t reach out either. I totally forgot to ask if you’re back in Riverton.] Marcus, reading this message, chuckled to himself. The smile in his eyes was so obvious. He replied: [Soon.] Leonardo, who was known Marcus since they were kids, saw him smiling for the first time in almost thirty years of friendship. He didn’t even need to ask, he knew Marcus was chatting with his wife, “Marc, I’m getting more and more curious about your wife. She’s got you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?” Marcus, engrossed in his phone, didn’t even acknowledge Leonardo. Maybe when he was talking to Cornelia, everything else just became white noise. Leo was at loss of words. People always joked that Leo put women before his friends, but he had always valued his friends first. And as for the supposedly woman–averse President Hartley, he was the real ladies‘ man. Cornelia kept texting Marcus: [When do you think you’ll be back?] Marcus calculated in his head, making sure the surprise he was preparing for Cornelia could arrive before their second wedding anniversary, then replied: II promise I’ll be back by our anniversary at the latest.] It was mid–April now, and Cornelia and Jeremy’s wedding anniversary was on May 5th. It was not too long from now, but to Cornelia, it felt like ages. She typed: [I’ve been so busy this past month, but I’ll have some days off soon. It’d be great if you could come back to Riverton earlier. Then I could see you sooner.