Chapter 282 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Comelia practically jumped out of bed at the sound, immediately turning to look in its direction. There was Marcus, dressed in white shirt and black slacks. He was sitting in a single–seater sofa by the window, legs crossed elegantly, a tablet in hand. He seemed to be looking through some documents. For a moment, Cornelia’s mind went blank, until she realized she appeared to have woken up on Marcus‘ hospital bed Cornelia quickly threw back the covers to check, and found her clothes neatly on. She heaved a sigh of relief Thank goodness she was a prim sleeper, with no habit of undressing unconsciously in her sleep. She hurriedly jumped off the bed, stuttering nervously, “President Hartley, when when did you wake up? How, how… how did I end up waking up on your bed?” “Thank you for staying by my bedside last night” Marcus looked up at her, his meaningful and inscrutable gaze making Cornelia even more flustered. He didn’t directly answer her question, leaving her clueless as to how she ended up on his bed. Seeing her discomfort, Marcus reassured her softly. “I saw you sleeping uncomfortably by the bedside, so after I got up, since the bed was empty anyway I let you lie down for a bit.” Hearing this, Cornelia let out a long sigh of relief, her eyes brightening, “Phew, you scared the daylights out of me.
• I thought I had climbed onto your bed on my own.” Marcus was speechless. She really can’t handle sleeping with him? His expression darkened slightly, but Cornelia didn’t notice, “President Hartley, do you still feel unwell somewhere?“\ Marcus, “Nothing serious.” Last night before she fell asleep, he was still in the ICU, but this morning he was sitting by the window looking at documents, all dressed up. Even with some magical cure, he couldn’t possibly recover that fast. Cornelia quickly realized she might have been fooled by them all, “If there’s nothing seriously wrong with you, I’ll leave.” Marcus turned back to his tablet, responding nonchalantly, “Alright” Humph, wasn’t he a bit too aloof? She stayed with him all night, even if there was no credit, there was still effort. Leaving Marcus‘ room, Cornelia didn’t leave right away. She went to Dr. Lester’s office, “Dr. Lester, did you all gang up to trick me? Is this a thing to joke about?”
• They got her worry so much last night. Dr. Lester replied, “Do you think we were fooling you? You’ve seen how much Marcus values his dignity. If he were awake, how could he let you see how weak he is?” Hearing this, Cornelia started doubting her guess again, “Are you saying President Hartley’s condition is still bad?” Dr. Lester, “What I can tell you is that his life isn’t in danger for now, but I can’t guarantee anything else.” Cornelia, “What else can I do to help him?” Dr. Lester, “Can you cook?” Cornelia, “Yes, I can” Dr. Lester said, “He hasn’t had much appetite recently, he just can’t seem to stomach anything. If you’re free, could you whip up some sick person–friendly grub for him?” Comelia replied, “My cooking skills are pretty average, nothing compared to his personal chefs. If he can’t even choke down their food, he probably wouldn’t be able to eat mine either.” Dr. Lester countered, “Sometimes, appetite isn’t all about the taste of the food.