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?

it. A man and a woman were

old. The man was tall and muscular, with dark skin and a thick scar under

seeing this man when she was shopping at the Capital a

hadn’t seen him again after they entered the store, so she never thought the man had anything

Cornelia, “Cornelia, what are

the two, but they seemed

Dawson, President Hartley’s personal doctor. This tall guy is my

stepped aside and let them

Dawson smiled at her, changed her shoes, and went straight to Marcus. She quickly opened her medical bag, prepared a syringe, and gave

“Marc, you know you can’t…” She

she dares to reveal my weakness, I’ll

Cornelia,”

She wanted to curse.

done to deserve

After being busy for most of the night, she hadn’t heard a word of thanks, 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 leave first.” The less you know, the safer it is. Cornelia cared about her life and

and Cornelia tried to leave by herself, but the tall, muscular man was standing at

Chapter 9

Hartley, I don’t want to know the weakness you don’t want outsiders to know.

an eyebrow, “You are an

working, yet trying to

Comelia,

didn’t seem

playing on her phone, not wanting to get involved in their business. However, their conversation still

Dawson chattered, “You know you can’t drink mixed alcohol, yet you still did. You really don’t care about

so I had a

“Why were you

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

to see his wife, he was

And this time too.

have a conflict

mixed alcohol mentioned in the

thought about it and immediately understood that only a fool would write their weaknesses in

position meant there were many dangers surrounding him. He had to be