Chapter 368 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Getting clothes dirty was a nightmare for clean freaks, you know. Cornelia could tell that Marcus was having a hard time holding in his discomfort. She felt bad for him and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon. You can change then and I’ll help you clean it up.” The moment his clothes got a stain, Marcus would never wear them again, not even for a second. So, no matter where he went, he’d always have two or three sets of clothes on hand, just in case. Normally, Cornelia would have his backup clothes ready, but today was a private outing and she hadn’t thought that much ahead. As a result, his clothes got dirty. Before Marcus could say anything, Zack sneered, “Come on Cornelia, Marcus is a grown–ass man, not some delicate little girl. What’s the big deal if his clothes get a bit dirty?” Cornelia shot Zack a warning look, who got the message and shut his mouth. Soon enough, they reached the fifteenth floor.
• Zack, carrying the lightest bag, led the way. “Cornelia, I’ll open the door. You carry the rest of the stuff.” Cornelia knew he was trying to test Marcus, but she felt it was unnecessary. She’d spent more time with Marcus than Zack and knew what kind of person he was. Marcus bent down to pick up a bag, but Cornelia beat him to it. “Let’s each carry a bag.” Marcus gave a small smile and didn’t argue. “Alright.” Abigail chimed in, “Cornelia, I totally get you. If Marcus was my boyfriend, I’d wanna keep him home and take good care of him, not let him go out.” Cornelia, “Abigail, cut the crap.” Abigail, “Alright, alright. Let’s let Marcus in first.” Marcus was a tall guy, much taller than Zack. Their door was pretty old fashioned, if he didn’t duck his head, he’d bang it against the door frame. Cornelia, ever thoughtful, warned Marcus, “Watch your head, President Hartley.” Abigail, “You’re still calling him ‘President Hartley?‘ Is it habit or can’t you break it?”
• Cornelia subtly pinched her, signalling her to watch what she said for the day. But Abigail was a troublemaker. The more Cornelia told her to watch what she said, the more she wanted to speak. “President Hartley, Cornelia always jokes about dating handsome guys, but she’s actually super conservative. She’s in her twenties and she’s never even held hands with a guy…” Before Abigail could finish, Cornelia dropped the bag and quickly covered her mouth. “Abigail, watch your mouth!” Marcus was a possessive man. If he actually believed what she said, he’d surely give her some special punishment when they got home. Abigail removed her hand, “Everything I said is true. When have I ever said anything untrue?” Cornelia decided to ignore her, and never pay her any mind in the future. She took the bag from Marcus and set it down, then said, “Mr. Hartley, come with me to my room. I’ll help you clean the stains off your clothes first.” “Alright.”