Chapter 516 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Marcus went, “You absolutely can’t bring this up in front of him.” Cornelia asked, “So, all those rumors are true then?” Marcus said, “He really loved his wife and kids. After they died, he was in a world of pain for a long while before he could start moving on. He’s been living alone all these years. Lots of people tried to persuade him to remarry, have another kid to inherit his fortune, but he never budged. He never considered remarrying or having kids again. I remember him saying once that he only ever loved that one woman in his life, and that there’s no more room in his heart for anyone else.” Hearing this, Cornelia felt a pang in her heart, “How did his wife and child die?” Marcus replied, “I’m not sure about the details. He never talks about his sad past, and I never asked.” Cornelia then said, “Jeremy, if something happens to me, don’t be a fool. Life’s long. You gotta find someone who cares about you to share it with you! Marcus’ face darkened instantly, “Don’t talk nonsense!” Comelia sighed, “Why does fate have to torture such a loyal and good-hearted person like this? Why doesn’t fate torture those fickle jerks instead?” Marcus said, “Rest for a bit now. We might get home late tonight.” “Okay.” After agreeing, Cornelia leaned back into the chair and fell asleep quickly. Marcus glanced at Cornelia, his eyes full of tenderness behind his silver glasses, his love for her not hidden at all. About half an hour later, the car arrived at its destination. Cornelia was still asleep when the car stopped. Not wanting to wake her, Marcus sent a message: [You guys have some coffee and wait for me. It might be a while before I get there.] Old Mr. Abner replied quickly: [As long as you bring Nelly to see us, we won’t mind no matter how late it is.] Marcus chuckled: [She’s more important to you than I am now, isn’t she?] Old Mr. Abner replied: [If Mr. Augustine didn’t want to see your wife, we would’ve come to Riverton quietly and left quietly, without contacting you at all.] Marcus was speechless. Sure enough, these two came specifically to meet his wife, Cornelia. Old Mr. Abner sent another message quickly, [Marc, is Nelly reluctant to see me?] Marcus replied: [Of course not. She remembers you all the time. I just told her we were coming to see you, and she was very happy.] Old Mr. Abner replied: [Really?] Marcus replied: [Have I ever lied to you?] Old Mr. Abner replied: [I knew Nelly was a good girl, very likable. Mr. Augustine will like her when he sees her. You must bring Nelly. Let him see with his own eyes h aw likable Nelly is.
• ] When it came to Cornelia, Marcus became much gentler: [She’s been working hard all day today and is now resting in the car. I hope she can sleep a little longer. Once she wakes up, I’ll immediately take her to see you.] “Are we there yet?” Suddenly, Cornelia’s gentle voice sounded in his ear. Marcus turned his head, meeting her sleepy eyes. His heart seemed to be gently touched by something, trembling slightly. Cornelia asked, “Why aren’t you talking?” Marcus suddenly put his hand on Cornelia’s head, pulling her toward him, then deeply kissed her. The kiss lasted a long time. When they finished, Cornelia’s lips were almost swollen. She glared at him, “How am I supposed to meet them like this?” Marcus said, “It’s cool. They can’t see that well. They won’t notice.” However, as it turned out, the two old men had eagle eyes. As soon as Cornelia stepped into the yard, Old Mr. Abner caught it, “Marc, Nelly’s lips are all red and puffy. You must’ve had a hand in it. You ain’t a teenage boy anymore, still acting so reckless.” Cornelia was so embarrassed she even forgot to say hello, only wishing she could find a place to hide. The other old man cleared his throat, “How about letting Marc introduce his wife first, and then you can spout your nonsense.” Old Mr. Abner retorted, “What? I was just concerned about Nelly!” Mr. Augustine replied, “Concerned about her? You’re obviously just messing around. You’re an old man, still teasing girls, don’t you feel ashamed?” These two were tight back in the day, but now that they were older, they always ended up arguing whenever they met. And once they started, they could go on for hours. Not wanting to waste any more time, Marcus quickly intervened, “Cornelia, come over here, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Augustine.” Cornelia stepped forward, gently saying, “Nice to meet you!” Mr. Augustine eyed Cornelia without any pretense. He was sure it was the first time he’d seen Cornelia tonight, yet he had this inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they’d met somewhere before, “You’re Cornelia? Where are you from?” Cornelia replied, “I’m from Rosenberg.
• ” Mr. Augustine felt a pang of disappointment upon hearing this, “Rosenberg is a nice place. Who else is in your family?” Cornelia said, “Just me and my sister left in the Stewart family.” Accidentally touching upon her sorrowful past, Mr. Augustine felt a bit embarrassed, “I’m sorry!” Cornelia smiled and said, “It’s fine.” Mr. Augustine then said, “Why don’t you and Marc sit down. It’s eight o’clock already, you must be hungry, I’ll have the dinner served.” Old Mr. Abner said to Mr. Augustine, “See, I told you Nelly was charming. You should’ve trusted my judgement, no rebuttals.” Mr. Augustine replied, “Who said I was fond of her?” Old Mr. Abner said, “If you’re not fond of her, then keep your distance, I’ll sit next to her.” Mr. Augustine retorted, “I’ll sit beside her. Maybe I’ll get to see her good points, then admit that Marc made a good choice.” Marcus chimed in, “Cornelia is great, one of a kind.” Mr. Augustine said, “I didn’t say she wasn’t.” If he thought Cornelia wasn’t good, he wouldn’t have spoken to her at all. It was precisely because he thought she was good that he said all this. Old Mr. Abner said, “Marc, he’s just too stubborn to admit it.” Mr. Augustine said, “If you do not what to say, you can keep silent.” Old Mr. Abner said, “If I keep quiet and let you do all the talking, you’d make us all feel awkward.” Mr. Augustine retorted, “Try shutting up and see if I make everyone feel awkward.” And so the two old men started bickering again. Listening to them, Cornelia felt warmth. Mr. Augustine’s hair was gray. He was said to be close in age to Old Mr. Abner, but he seemed a decade older. Not sure if it was because he was busy with charity work, or because the early loss of his wife and children hit him too hard. Marcus didn’t play peacemaker, just passed a beef patty to Cornelia, “Old Abner got this especially for you. Give it a whirl, see if you like it.” Cornelia took a bite, “This must be real beef. Tastes great.” Marcus asked, “Is there fake beef?” Cornelia replied, “Some places make beef patties using horse meat. They pass off low-grade stuff as high-grade beef. Doesn’t taste a thing like beef.