Chapter 533 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Comelia asked, “President Hanley, anything else you wanna spill?* It had been a while since Comelia formally addressed him as President Hartley, Marcus found it a bit odd, “I got something personal to tell you” Comelia let out a sarcastic laugh. Just a moment ago he was all about professional boundaries, and now he was talking personal? Did he think he could just do whatever the hell he wanted? Marcus said. “Come closer.” Cornelia obediently moved towards him, but kept a distance. Marcus asked, “Do I look like I’m gonna hurt you?” Comelia replied, “At work, it’s better to keep a distance.” Marcus said, “Ride home with me after work.” Comelia agreed, “Okay.” Marcus again said, “Come closer.” Cornelia asked with confusion. “What are you up to?”
• Marcus replied, “I haven’t hugged you all day, I wanna hug you.” Cornelia immediately pushed him away and sprinted towards the office exit, “President Hartley, it was you who said we need to keep things professional.” Watching her escape, the warmth in Marcus‘ eyes disappeared, replaced with coldness In the evening, they had dinner with Zavier and Skyler. The place was chosen by Zavier, one of his properties in Riverton. Marcus and Comelia had been there before. It was a place that looked shabby outside but was quite luxurious inside. Last time Cornelia was there, she found it gloomy. Even with Marcus‘ company this time, the eerie feeling didn’t lessen. The staff greeted Cornelia and Marcus at the usual spot, “President Hartley, Mrs. Hartley, right this way!” Marcus held Cornelia’s hand, “Why’s your hand so cold?” Cornelia’s hand was usually as warm as a heater even in winter, but today in this hot weather, her hand was icy cold.
• Cornelia said, “I don’t know why, but I’m feeling jittery.” Marcus snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, “Tm here, don’t be scared.” Cornelia leaned against him, feeling his warmth and heartbeat, her anxiety eased a bi Just as they were walking, a good–looking woman blocked their way. “President Hartley, welcome! Please, this way!* Marcus, hand in hand with Comelia, was about to follow the woman when she said, “President Hartley, Mr. Rivera said, you’re to follow me alone. Mrs. Hartley will go with that handsome gentleman over there” “Mrs. Hartley, allow me to be at your service tonight.” A handsome man approached. But to Cornelia, no guy could hold a candle to Marcus. Marcus pulled Comelia behind him, glaring coldly at the two, “Outta my way!”