Chapter 6 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• The next morning, they returned. They were all sitting in business class while traveling with the boss. Marcus was near the window, Cornelia was by the aisle, and Benjamin was just behind them. As soon as the passengers took the correct position, the flight attendant approached and said, "Sir, ma'am, might you like anything to drink?" Cornelia said, "Two bottles of water from minerals, please." Her employer was quite fussy about his beverages, only drinking hand-ground coffee and specifically providing mineral water. With few alternatives on the table, water with minerals was the one. The flight attendants said OK but did not go. She was nearly attached to Marcus, asking, "Sir, we have cappuccino on the way there; do you want any?" Marcus didn't look at Karen and told Cornelia, "I'm bringing my wife out to supper tonight. Make your reservation."
• Cornelia nodded. "Okay." Cornelia stared at the flight attendant, and her grin slipped slightly. Cornelia, feeling uneasy, smiled and asked, "Could I have an article in the newspaper, please?" As the boss's secretary, maintaining current was critical. With no access to the internet on the horizontal plane, an English-language publication would have to suffice. After perusing a couple of articles, she came across one on Digital Sports Technology: "The CEO of Digital Sports Technology was probed for corruption after being involved in an accident on his way to the departure lounge and suffering a serious fracture of his dominant hand. Cornelia looked at Marcus's request, who was lying down with his eyes completely closed. She was able to observe his long eyelashes beneath his silver-framed glasses, which were like charming tiny fans. Marcus raised an eyebrow as he felt her attention.
• "What's up?" She inquired, "President Hartley, who worked, did you hear regarding Mr. Ducler's accident?" Marcus sneered, "He should be relieved; it was solely his hand that was injured." He spoke so casually, as if they were simply conversing. But Camilla felt a shiver go through her body and gulped uneasily. Rumors circulated about the Hartley Group's youthful commander, who was described as vicious, callous, and resistant to women's seduction. Many people believed he was a naive child twelve years ago. But he was able to seize charge of the Bridgewater Group with a firm hand, pulling it back from the verge and restoring it to international leadership. Since then, many in business have cringed at the moniker "Marcus of the Hartley family." He'd become associated with "terror." Marcus gradually raised his eyes and stared coldly at Cornelia. "Are you scared?"
• Feeling agitated, she bowed and nodded her head, "No." "Really?" He plainly didn't believe her, but he didn't pursue the matter, closing his eyes once again. Cornelia "? No matter what others claimed about him, she couldn't dispute that the Roman she knew smiled sweetly when mentioning his wife, made time for her, disregarding how busy he was, and protected his staff. Why would she be afraid? When she realized this, she sighed in relief and opened her eyes to relax. The airplane quickly reached cruising altitude. As she fell asleep, she faintly heard a deep voice say, "Do you think I'm frivolous, or that I'm a man you can have?" Cornelia shivered at the chilly tone and noticed the flight attendant clumsily returning Marcus' phone.
• Despite being handsome and wealthy, he was able to resist every temptation and remain clean. Quite uncommon. Cornelia got fascinated by Marcus' wife, wondering what type of lady could cause a man like him to never look at other women. After a two-and-a-half-hour flight, they landed in Riverton and got right to work. Aside from business issues, Cornelia had to handle Marcus's personal affairs, such as purchasing flowers, making lunch reservations, and organizing after-dinner entertainment. She put forth even more effort this time, recognizing that the boss's wife's contentment with the evening's festivities would have a direct impact on his mood and therefore her employment. After work, she delivered Marcus the arrangement of flowers and witnessed him get into his car and depart. Her task for the day was completed. She sighed with relief, and having just begun to call a cab, suddenly her chat group lit up. Abigail messaged Cornelia, "We're having cod tonight.
• Could you get a container of white wine for dinner from the grocery store downstairs?" She said, "Sure." Granny Luisa yelled once again as Marcus' automobile approached Cornelia's house. "Marc, you've been neglecting your wife ever since you married and moved overseas to work. I've been too embarrassed to face Marietta this year. If you don't go to bring her home, I'm going to die." Granny Luisa wandered on, but Alexander only heard one important point: "Granny, what did you mention her name was?" Granny Luisa cried, "Cornelia!" Her name is Cornelia. You bastard, you have no way of recalling your own wife's name! "Are you attempting to kill me?" "Cornelia?" Marcus pronounced the name and saw Cornelia's face in his head. No surprise; he felt the name seemed recognizable when he was looking for a new assistant. It was identical to his wife's. He grinned. "Granny, I'm on my way to get you up.
• Once I do, I'll bring her to you first." Granny Luisa's pulse raced. "You'd better honor your commitments this time. If you cannot bring her, please do not come to visit me. Please allow me to tell you that Cornelia is a great young lady. You're fortunate to have her, and you should appreciate her. Marcus had only met his spouse with appreciation once, and they had scarcely exchanged any words. He didn't know her sense of humor, but he appreciated his grandmother's judgment. Plus, now that they were married, he had no choice but to appreciate her. He nodded and said, "Alright." After hanging up the phone, the driver's automobile came to a stop outside the apartment complex where Cornelia resided. "Sir, we have arrived." Would you like me to come and pick up your partner, or...? "I'll pick up my spouse myself." Marcus exited the car, clutching a bunch of roses in the palm of his hand, and went toward the apartment complex.
• The apartment building had a large number of renters; hence, security was lax. Maybe it happened because Marcus' aura was too powerful, but the law enforcement guard allowed him in without asking any questions. Marcus discovered Building 10, Unit 1, ascended the elevator to the 15th level, and arrived at the door of Apartments 1501. He banged on the door. After a bit, the door opened, revealing a man in flowery shorts and a nude upper body. "Who are you looking for?" The man was clutching the knob of the door with one hand while wearing a T-shirt in the other. His hair was slightly moist, as if he had just had a shower. Marcus grimaced slightly, yet there was no alteration in his demeanor.
• He said, "Does Cornelia live here?" The guy nodded blankly and said, "Yes." Marcus' tone changed abruptly: "What's your relationship with her?" Before the man could respond, a female voice said from behind him, "Zack, who's at the door?" Then a decent-looking woman emerged in Marcus' field of vision. The woman was dressed in comfy home clothing, and her mane was moist. Clearly, the woman had just left the restroom. A guy and a woman washing together was certainly not an ordinary shower. She extended her upper body to see whatever was transpiring at the front door, and as soon as she spotted him, her eyes lit up. "Who are you?" "Who are you looking for?" Marcus stared coldly at the lady in front of him. It was an unusual face, yet she was his wife. She was not only in a relationship with a different man but also did not recognize him.