Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 9

Comelia wasn’t good at cooking, but Marcus didn’t give her a chance to say no. “There’s a recipe and ingredients for hangover soup in the kitchen. Make it and call me when it’s ready”

With no choice, Comelia took on the task. Luckily, she had done a lot of chores since she was a kid, so it wasn’t too hard for her.

She found the ingredients according to the recipe, washed and chopped them, and soon a steaming bowl of hangover soup was ready

Comelia carried the soup out of the kitchen, but Marcus was nowhere to be seen in the living room. She looked around and saw the bedroom door slightly ajar, with light spilling out from the crack.

She put down the soup and texted Marcus, “President Hartley, the hangover soup is ready. If you don’t need anything else, I’ll head out.”

Just after she sent the message, the doorbell rang, startling her in the quiet of the night.

Her gut told her it must be the president’s wife at this late hour, and she panicked a bit.

Although there was only a pure working relationship between her and Marcus, being alone together in the middle of the night could easily lead to misunderstandings.

As she hesitated, the bedroom door opened, and Marcus, wearing only a bathrobe, came out. “Go open the door.”

He had just taken a shower, with the bathrobe loosely hanging on his body and water dripping from his hair. Combined with his handsome face, he was like a walking male hormone.

Anyone who saw this scene would probably think too much. Cornelia nervously swallowed, “President Hartley, should I hide?”

Marcus, “Why would you hide?”

Cornelia, “It wouldn’t be good if your wife misunderstands.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t misunderstand, and I’m not interested in you either. Marcus threw back at her the words she had said to Leonardo earlier.

Of course, Cornelia knew he wasn’t interested in her, she just didn’t want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

If he wasn’t worried, then what was she afraid of?

to the door and opened it. A

and looked about forty years old. The man was tall and muscular, with dark

of his distinctive appearance, Cornelia immediately remembered seeing this man when she was

that time, he was not far from Marcus, but she hadn’t seen him again after they entered the

Cornelia, “Cornelia,

the two, but they seemed to

Dawson, President Hartley’s personal

stepped aside and let

She quickly opened her medical bag, prepared a syringe, and

that, she said, “Marc, you know you can’t…” She stopped and looked

“Don’t worry, if she dares to reveal my weakness, I’ll have Ayden throw her into the river to

Cornelia,”

She wanted to curse.

done to deserve

hadn’t heard a word of thanks, and he still wanted to throw her into the river to feed the fish. “President Hartley,

tried to leave by herself, but the tall, muscular

Chapter 9

want to know the weakness

eyebrow, “You

side and working, yet trying to stay out

Comelia,

his personal assistant, she didn’t seem to

playing on her phone, not wanting to get involved in their business. However, their conversation still entered her ears without

you can’t drink mixed alcohol, yet you still did. You really don’t care

upset, so

Dawson, “Why were

also wanted to know why the president was in a bad mood, so she listened carefully, but

he

And this time too.

he really have a conflict with

in the mandatory course for the

that only a fool would write their weaknesses in the manual for

the helmsman of the Hartley Group, his position meant there were many dangers surrounding