Chapter 361 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Before knowing he was her husband, Cornelia had never observed Marcus this closely, let alone directly stared at him. Now seeing him so up close, she couldn’t even make out the pores on his face. His thick, long eyelashes under his silver glasses particularly caught her attention, making her feel that he was even better looking than she had ever seen him before. Marcus set down his juice, stretched out his long arm, and gently held her head. He pushed her towards him and lightly kissed her. His kiss was soft. Cornelia turned her head away, “I don’t want to kiss anymore… my lip injury hasn’t healed. If it swells again, Abby will make fun of me tomorrow.” Marcus cupped her face, gently rubbing her lips with his fingertip, whispering, “Mm. Then don’t provoke me.”
• Cornelia blushed at his words, “When did I provoke you?” Marcus said, “You just complimented me on my looks.” Cornelia pouted and muttered, “It’s not right to call others ugly, but is it also wrong to compliment you for being handsome? So everyone who says you’re handsome is provoking you?” Marcus said, “It’s not the same.” Cornelia asked, “What’s different? What’s not the same? Isn’t it all just complimenting you?” Marcus said, “The context is different. You’re the only one in the bedroom, being this close to me, and talking to me like that.” He had a point; it did sound a bit flirtatious in this context. Cornelia said, “Then I… then later…” Seeing her blushing and stuttering because of him, Marcus felt delighted, “You’re also very pretty.” Cornelia said, “You don’t need to tell me. I know I’m pretty.”
• Marcus chuckled at her words. His Cornelia was just too cute, cute enough to make him want to gobble her up. Cornelia said, “No laughing, finish your juice.” He laughed, “Okay.” Not long after, Marcus finished his juice. Cornelia instinctively reached out to take the empty cup, still remembering her role as his assistant. Marcus didn’t pass it to her, “You go and shower, I’ll take this downstairs.” Cornelia said, “Okay then.” Reaching the door, Marcus turned back and said, “There are pajamas prepared for you in the cloakroom, they’re all new and washed. Pick whichever you like.” Cornelia obediently nodded, “Got it.” The three people “plotting loudly” in the dining room tensed up at Marcus‘ arrival. They eyed him warily, “Why are you down here?” Marcus placed the spice pouch prepared by Granny Luisa and the recording pen prepared by Briana on the table. Before he even did anything, Briana jumped in fright. She immediately hid behind Granny Luisa, “Grandma, you have to protect me, don’t let my brother take me away!”