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?

the door and opened it. A man and a

about forty years old. The man was tall and muscular, with dark skin and a thick scar

this man when she was shopping

after they entered the store, so she never thought the man had anything

looked surprised to see Cornelia, “Cornelia, what are you

recognize the two, but they seemed to know her, “Who

President Hartley’s personal doctor. This tall guy is

Cornelia stepped aside and

straight to Marcus. She quickly opened her medical bag, prepared a syringe,

you can’t…” She stopped and looked back

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

Cornelia,”

She wanted to curse.

she done to deserve

and he still wanted to throw her into the river to feed the fish. “President Hartley, the hangover soup is on the table. If there’s nothing else, I’ll

to leave by herself, but the tall,

Chapter 9

know

an eyebrow, “You

side and working, yet trying to stay out of

Comelia,

his personal assistant, she didn’t seem to be an

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

mixed alcohol, yet

so

“Why

wanted to know why the president was in a bad mood,

see his wife, he

And this time too.

really have a conflict with

wasn’t Marcus’s allergy to mixed alcohol mentioned in the mandatory course

and immediately understood that only a fool would write their

helmsman of the Hartley Group, his position meant there were many dangers surrounding him. He had to be more careful and cautious than ordinary