Chapter 97 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Cornelia waltzed into the kitchen and popped open the fridge to find it stocked to the brim with food It looked like he was gearing up for his wife’s return She pulled out a prime cut of ribeye steak from the fridge, President Hartley, how about ribeye pasta for tonight?” “Sure. You guide me. I’ll do the cooking” Marcus turned around to tie on a fresh apron. He was originally clad in a grey and white homely outfit, but even with the apron on, a didn’t affect his beauty at all. Cornelia was skeptical that this man, who probably couldn’t even boil water, could pull off this dish, “President Hartley, why don’t you just stick to boiling the pasta?” “The quickest and most effective way to learn a new skill is to do it yourself “Marcus grabbed the chopping board and knife, “Should I cut the meat first?” Insistent on doing it himself, Cornelia didn’t want to stand in his way. “You should start by marinating the steak.” “Alright.” Marcus obediently complied. “What’s next?” “Pour some olive of into the pan, wait till it starts smoking a bit, and then add the steak” She said he did Marcus looked focused and committed, his movements still elegant as if he were not learning to cook but handling business deals worth billions. Cornelia was slightly dazed watching him.
• After completing the steps as per Cornelia’s instructions, Marcus looked up to find her gaze on him. Suddenly, he felt a wave of satisfaction. “What’s wrong? What am I doing wrong?” His deep, soothing voice jotted Cornelia back to reality. She blushed, “After frying one side for five minutes, it’s time to flip the steak.” “Alright.” As he replied, he effortlessly flipped the steak with a spatula. Cornelia was taken aback by his proficiency. “President Hartley, do you know how to cook?” Marcus responded while keeping an eye on the pan, “Though I seldom have the time to cook, I wouldn’t let myself be totally clueless about these basic life skills” The man who helms the Hartley Group, worth billions and topping the list of global billionaires, knows that cooking is an essential life skill. Meanwhile, some not–so–good–looking men never cook at home, claiming that it’s a woman’s job and men are meant for bigger things. Cornelia suddenly found herself envying Mrs. Hartley. Observing that the steak was almost done, Cornelia added. “Take the steak out and let it rest before you slice it.” She handed Marcus the tomatoes, olives, and capers she had prepared. “Now add these to the pan. After about two minutes, add the pasta and water.” As Marcus added the ingredients to the pan, the unexpected heat wave fogged up his glasses, blurring his vision to the point he couldn’t see anything, “Cornelia, “help me take off my glasses”
• Marcus was so tall that he had to stoop a little to get close to her His glasses were all fogged up, and from Cornelia’s angle. It looked like he had two white eyeballs on top of his head it was hilariously funny Cornelia, trying not to laugh reached out to take off his glasses Because she was holding back a laugh, her fingers trembled slightly and accidentally touched his face Up close like this, Cornelia could see his features more clearly His face was sharply defined, each part like a finely crafted work of art Just right, no matter which part you looked at Especially the long eyelashes, which are thick and curled, are very beautiful. A ridiculous idea suddenly popped into Cornelia’s head she wished if she had a kid one day, it would be as good looking as Marcus This thought scared the bejeezus out of her If Jeremy insisted on not divorcing, she could only have children with him in this lifetime. If she and Jeremy had a child that looked like Marcus, that would be a real pickle. But Marcus focus was completely different, “Why are your hands so cold?” Cornelia hadn’t expected him to notice, as she wiped his glasses clean and put them back on him, “Girls‘ hands are always like this in winter.” “Are all girls like this? Marcus wasn’t sure if all girls were like this, but he couldn’t let her be cold. “You go rest, leave the rest to me.” As if she could leave him alone in the kitchen, “President Hartley, I’m fine.” Marcus “That’s an order” He pulled rank on her, and Cornelia had to comply “Can you handle it alone? Dr…” He cut her off, remember everything you just said. If there’s anything I don’t understand, I’ll ask you.” “Alright “As Cornelia left the kitchen, she turned back to remind him, “You decide how much salt and pepper to put in, whatever you like Hearing her nitpick, Marcus wasn’t annoyed at all, instead, he chuckled, “Alright, I got it. You go rest in the living room, don’t worry.”