Chapter 393 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Marcus stated sternly, “I’m not planning on having kids right now” If he didn’t want kids, then fine. But why did he have to say it so harshly? “If you don’t want kids, then forget it. I can’t force you to have one with me.” Cornelia felt a bit upset, then she suddenly remembered a crucial factor she had overlooked. Marcus couldn’t have kids! How could she demand him to have one with her? She felt like a complete idiot for nearly hurting his pride. Marcus continued driving, focused as ever. Cornelia sneaked a peek at him, his face was unchanging, but she felt an intense oppressive feeling. He was definitely pissed! She was sure Marcus was mad! She regretted her words, knowing he couldn’t have kids yet suggesting they have one together. He’d be a saint not to be angry. After some thought, Cornelia decided to cheer him up. “Marcus, if you don’t want kids, then we won’t. It’s no big deal, kid or not, doesn’t matter.
• Her voice was soft, sweet, and utterly enchanting, unlike her work voice. Marcus was almost swayed by her voice. Luckily, he had good self–control. Without any response from him, Cornelia moved closer, ‘Forget what I said earlier. I’ll respect your decisions, I won’t force you into anything.” Could she even force him? Was she overestimating herself? Marcus was almost amused by her, though his expression remained cold. Cornelia was a bit annoyed; if he was going to ignore her, she’d ignore him. She turned to look out the window. Through the window, she could vaguely see his profile. His profile was truly perfect, flawless from every angle. Even now, it felt like a dream, unable to believe her boss was now her husband. About half an hour later, Marcus pulled into an underground parking lot of a fancy leisure club.
• One of the most expensive places in Riverton, a night’s spending starting from hundreds of thousands. Previously, Cornelia accompanied Marcus for a business deal, and they were invited here after the deal was made. She had been here once with him. The drinks here tasted no different from elsewhere, but the prices were absurdly high, and the cheaper ones were barely sold. It was as if everyone came here to spend money. Even though she was now a millionaire, she still believed money shouldn’t be spent recklessly but on necessary things, “President Hartley, if you want a date, let’s switch places. It’s too expensive here, I don’t think we need to waste money like this.” Marcus still ignored her, parked the car, and headed straight for the elevator. Cornelia had no choice but to follow him. The elevator ascended all the way to the twenty–ninth floor. As they stepped out, a waiter immediately came over to guide them, “Mr. Hartley, Mrs. Hartley, this way please!” Cornelia carefully took two steps ahead, lightly grasping Marcus’s sleeve, “President Hartley, how did he know I’m your wife?”