Chapter 66 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• ITs there something wrong with his stomach” Cornelia asked worriedly. This wasn’t mentioned in the training course for the presstents special assistant, otherwise, she wouldn’t have let aty barbecue last night Dr. Dawson said, “You probably don’t know how busy he was when he took over the Hartley Group. He was working day and night for a few years, with irregular steep and diet, and his stomach issues were quite serious. Just around this time last year he was busy with the branch office stuff, his stomach started bleeding, but he insisted on working” What people saw of Marcus was the shining overlord in the business world, with vigorous actions and decisive means. However, very few people knew how much effort he put in to get where he is today During the campaign for the president’s special assistant. Cornelia locked up a lot of information about Marcus and even naively thought she knew everything about him However, the longer she followed him, the more she felt that she didnt really know him, just like everyone else, and had no idea what he had gone through over the years It was all my faut last night. I took him to eat barbecue” Cornelia felt extremely quilty. Dr. Dawson, since he doesn’t want to see a doctor. I have to bother you to come and take a look”
• “He didn’t let me and Ayden go to the Capital with him this time Dr. Dawson paused and continued, “He’s an adult, and what he eats is his own decision. It’s not your fault. If possible, please give him some porridge and let him eat that for the next couple of days.” “Alright.” Cornelia agreed and wanted to hang up, but Dr. Dawson stopped her. “Cornelia, Marc has a strong personality and never lets others see his vulnerable side. His actual condition may be worse than what we see. You need to take good care of him these days, his stomach can’t take any more stress” Dawson, rest assured. I’ll take care of him” Cornelia went to the kitchen, checked the fridge, and found the ingredients she needed. She quickly prepared the ingredients, as making porridge takes some time. She couldn’t help but go upstairs to check on Marcus again He was still lying on the living room sofa, with one hand on his stomach. He already fell asleep, but his eyebrows furrowed. Cornelia didn’t want to wake him up, so she went to his room and grabbed a thin blanket to cover him. Just as she was about to leave, he grabbed her hand tightly again.
• He used so much force that it hurt Cornelia’s wrist. “President Hartley, you’re hurting me.” She thought he was awake, but when she looked down, his eyes were still closed, and the action of grabbing her seemed to be a subconscious one “I’m sorry!” He muttered softly, his voice sounding like gently plucked strings, pleasant, but also heart–wrenching. Cornelia thought to herself, “What’s the point of apologizing to me? You should say that to your wife‘ She assumed he mistook her for his wife and tried to pull her hand away, but couldn’t, so she let him hold it His stomach must have been really uncomfortable, as he frowned and showed a painful expression she had never seen before in his sleep. But she had to admit, even being sick, this man was still handsome, with a kind of morbid beauty that made people want to get close Cornelia was frightened by this terrible thought in her heart, quickly looked away and stopped looking at him. But with her hand held by him, she couldn’t ignore his presence. His hands were also good–looking, slender, with distinct joints, much better–looking than those of hand models.