Chapter 517 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Mr. Augustine murmured, “If society wasn’t so da mn hard on women, my family wouldn’t have…” If those rumors and misunderstandings hadn’t occurred, they wouldn’t have… But at the end of the day, the one who should really take the blame was him. If he had been by their side, they wouldn’t have chosen that path of despair. Reminiscing, Mr. Augustine’s eyes filled with a misty fog, as if he had aged years in seconds. Old Mr. Abner understood him and swiftly changed the subject, “Cornelia, tell us, is Marc good to you?” “He’s really great to me.” Cornelia looked up at Marcus, continuing, “I think Marc treats me so well because of your influence.” Hearing this, both old men beamed with pride, chiming in unison, “Of course, we’ve taught him since he was a kid. A man can lack achievements, but he can never treat his wife poorly. A good life belongs only to a man who treats his wife well.” Cornelia commented, “That’s a wise saying.” Mr. Augustine added, “Marc, Cornelia is a catch. You must never let her down.” Marcus assured, “I would never let her down.” Mr. Augustine squinted his eyes, warning sternly, “If you dare let her down, I’ll make sure you pay the price.” Despite helping many, Mr. Augustine was a bit of a loner, rarely engaging in chit chat. Marcus, having known him for nearly two decades, had never seen him show such care for anyone. Marcus couldn’t help but give Mr. Augustine a second look, “Cornelia is my wife.” Mr. Augustine retorted, “And what if she is? People get divorced all the time.”
• Hearing this, Marcus’ expression turned serious. Old Mr. Abner, knowing Mr. Augustine had hit a nerve, lightened the mood, “I’ve known him for years and I’ve never seen him care so much for a youngster. He must really like Cornelia. Of course, it’s because Cornelia is so likable.” “Thank you for liking me, I really like you guys too.” Cornelia wasn’t sure why they liked her, but she genuinely liked them. The two old men were on a pedestal she could only dream of reaching, but they felt just like any ordinary elderly couple, very warm and friendly. Old Mr. Abner continued, “Since meeting you last time in the Capital, I’ve been wanting to see you again. I’ve mentioned to Marc a few times to bring you to the Capital, but work always got in the way. Unable to invite you guys over, we just had to come to Riverton.” Cornelia was surprised, “Did you come to Riverton just to see me?” Old Mr. Abner replied, “What else? You think Marc is worth us coming all the way here to see?” Comelia countered, “Marc is actually quite impressive.” Old Mr. Abner agreed, “Marc is not only impressive, he is outstanding.” Out of the blue, Mr. Augustine interjected, “I suddenly feel like Marc doesn’t deserve Nelly.” Marcus put a stop to any nonsense, “Whether we’re a match or not, we’re married. She’s mine forever.” “Yours? You’re pretty full of yourself.” Mr. Augustine quipped, raising an eyebrow as he added more food to Cornelia’s plate, “Nelly, I think we get along pretty well. We should keep in touch.
• You can reach out to me if there’s anything you need.” Cornelia said, “Okay!” Old Mr. Abner added, “Nelly, let’s exchange contacts too. I’ve been kicking myself for not getting yours last time. Don’t hesitate to reach out if you ever need help, even if Marcus is giving you a hard time. I’ll have your back.” Cornelia jotted down the two old men’s contacts with a smile, “With you guys as my protectors, does this mean I’m free to live anywhere in this country?” “That’s a given.” Old Mr. Abner replied, “Especially with Mr. Augustine’s high-ranking status, even your hubby wouldn’t dare cross the line.” Mr. Augustine wasn’t just a businessman, his family held great power. They were pretty low-key though, hardly the talk of the town. Cornelia said, “Marcus is my husband. He’s always been good to me, never mistreated me. If you guys truly care about me, could you go easy on him?” Marcus, who had been in a foul mood, brightened up at Cornelia’s words. He shot the two old men a smug look, as if to say, “See, no matter what you say, as long as I have Cornelia by my side, I’m good.” Mr. Augustine shot Marcus a displeased look, “Men are often deceivers. Always stay alert, it’s for your own good.” Cornelia made her stance clear, “I might distrust anyone, but I trust Marcus.” Mr. Augustine sighed, “Another naive girl.” Old Mr. Abner asked, “Who else is a naive girl?” Mr. Augustine didn’t reply, instead he continued serving Cornelia food. The more he looked at her, the more he felt a strange bond. With the two old men’s special attention, Cornelia ate so much she felt uncomfortable on the ride home. Marcus said, “Silly girl, don’t force yourself to eat if you’re full.” Cornelia replied, “They were so nice and warm to me. I couldn’t bear to reject them.” Marcus said, “Part of growing up is learning to say no. When you can say no, that’s when you’ve changed.” Comelia said, “I can say no to others, but not to those who are kind to me.” Marcus replied, “But you have to learn slowly.” Comelia wanted to say something more but felt too unwell, she leaned back in her seat, “I need to rest a bit. Wake me up when we get home.” “Alright.” Marcus drove towards Lakeview Estates. Soon, he heard Cornelia moan slightly. Marcus touched her forehead, “Are you feeling unwell? I can take you to the hospital to get some digestion pills.” Cornelia turned to look at Marcus, her face flushed, “I think it’s not just overeating. I think my period’s here.” Marcus also blushed, “What do we do now?” He was clueless in this situation. Cornelia pointed ahead, “There’s a convenience store not far ahead. You can stop the car and I’ll go buy some sanitary pads.” Marcus said, ‘I’ll go buy them, you wait in the car.” Cornelia asked, “Are you sure?” Many men were uncomfortable buying sanitary pads for their wives or girlfriends, thinking it was embarrassing. She didn’t expect Marcus, the CEO of the Hartley Group, to be willing to do something many guys would find awkward. Marcus didn’t reply, he simply parked the car by the roadside, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”