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

a medical bag and looked about forty years old. The man was tall and muscular, with dark skin and a

seeing this man when she

hadn’t seen him again after they entered the store, so she

to see Cornelia,

recognize the two, but they seemed to know

said, “I’m Dr. Dawson, President Hartley’s personal doctor. This tall guy is my

stepped aside and let

Marcus. She quickly opened her medical bag, prepared a

you know you can’t…” She stopped

to reveal my weakness, I’ll have Ayden

Cornelia,”

She wanted to curse.

done

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

to leave by herself, but the tall, muscular man was standing at the door, blocking her way

Chapter 9

I don’t want to know the weakness you don’t want outsiders to know. Please let

an eyebrow, “You

yet trying to stay out of it, she wasn’t

Comelia,

didn’t seem to

no choice but to sit quietly to the side, playing on her phone, not wanting to get involved in their business. However, their conversation still

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

upset, so I

“Why were you

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

went to see his wife, he was in a

And this time too.

really have a

mixed alcohol mentioned in the mandatory course for the Hartley Group

about it and immediately understood that only a fool

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