Chapter 430 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Marcus reached out, gently holding her delicate hand in his, “Cornelia, after you left, I gave it some real thought. I was out of line trying to make you stay and having your stuff moved without your say so. I won’t pull a stunt like that again. Trust me!” Cornelia lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his genuine gaze from behind his silver glasses. She wanted to believe him, believe he wouldn’t deliberately hurt her. But, everyone had their moments of recklessness, losing their cool in the heat of the moment, not realizing what they were doing. Like Marcus this morning, if he really wanted to hurt her, she would have been cornered. He was just caught up in the moment, only coming back to his senses when he saw her tears. She didn’t say anything, which made Marcus a little flustered, “Cornelia…”
• Cornelia’s heart just melted, “Have you had dinner yet?” Marcus shook his head, “No.” Cornelia said, “You know your stomach can’t handle ski p ping meals.” Marcus replied, “I’m not hungry.” Cornelia said, “Come with me.” She held his hand and led him into the residential area, arriving at the house they were renting. Seeing them approach, Zack and Abigail quickly retreated inside, leaving the public area to them. The living room had no air conditioning, and it was sweltering. Cornelia led Marcus straight into her room and turned on the AC, “Rest here for a bit.” She was about to leave when Marcus quickly caught her, “Where are you going?” Comelia said, “You didn’t have dinner, right? I’m going to cook for you.” Marcus said, “I’ll come with you.” Cornelia said, “The kitchen’s too small for both of us.” Today’s weather was exceptionally hot and humid, and outside felt like an oven. He was sweating profusely, and she was already worried that he might suffer from heatstroke.
• Despite this, he still wanted to accompany her to the kitchen, which was even hotter. She was concerned about what to do if he got heatstroke. Marcus didn’t respond. Cornelia left the room, returning shortly with a bottle of medicine for heatstroke, “Drink this.” Marcus usually wouldn’t touch this stuff with a ten-foot pole, but since it was from Cornelia, he obediently took it and drank it. After finishing, Cornelia took the empty bottle and left the room again. Entering the kitchen, she checked the fridge. There weren’t many ingredients left, but she could still whip something up. She defrosted a small chunk of beef and made a plate of beef spaghetti, then brought it to the room, “There’s not much left in the fridge, so spaghetti it is.” “Okay.” Marcus took the plate and started to wolf it down. He never had such an appetite before, even when eating the world’s finest dishes. Yet, somehow, this simple plate of spaghetti tasted like the most exquisite delicacy to him.