Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 12

Not many people knew about Marcus’s shotgun marriage, except for his family and a few close friends, including Leonardo and

Cameron

In the past, when Leonardo asked him about it on the phone, he would always answer with a smile, “When I go back to my country, I’ll bring her home.”

Ever since he got cheated on, Marcus could only feel disgusted when thinking about that woman, and didn’t want to talk about her with anyone. “What do you think?”

Leonardo begged, “Marc, please satisfy my curiosity”

“Leon, don’t you know Marc’s personality? If he doesn’t want to talk about it, it must not be a big deal.” Cameron seemingly answered casually, but every word was probing the real situation between the couple.

Comelia was also curious about what was going on between the president and his wife.

Because his boss didn’t talk about his wife in the past few days.

Marcus could easily see through Cameron’s little schemes, but he lost interest and looked at Cornelia, “Let’s go.”

Leonardo, “You’re leaving already?”

Marcus, “Not in the mood anymore.”

Leonardo asked, “Besides work, what else can you be interested in?”

Marcus didn’t answer, just got up and walked out, with Cornelia hurriedly following.

As they reached the hall, they were surrounded by a group of people, all holding up their wine glasses to toast Marcus.

Cornelia finally realized why he hid in the room. Attending other people’s banquets and dealing with these people was indeed annoying. “Sorry! President Hartley is feeling unwell and can’t drink today.” Cornelia stood in front of Marcus, blocking anyone who dared to toast

him.

If she couldn’t block them, Cornelia would drink for Marcus.

Marcus was too eye–catching, and everyone wanted to build a relationship with the Hartley Group’s president. People kept coming over to toast him, as if he was the protagonist tonight.

Cornelia accompanied him in exchanging pleasantries with so many people, her head getting dizzy from drinking. “President Hartley, why does it feel like we’re escaping?”

“Dummy.” Marcus replied.

She blocked so much wine for him, and he still called her stupid. Cornelia felt wronged but didn’t dare to show it. “If President Hartley thinks I’m stupid, then I’ll be stupid.”

Marcus looked down at her….

clothes and wore a sky–blue dress, her hair

curves. Because of the alcohol, her delicate face and slender neck were flushed, making her look innocent and sexy at the same time, very different from her usual

work.

first, those men came to toast Marcus, but later many were toasting her, their gazes greedy and lewd. She

but he didn’t. He wanted to see how foolish she could be. If she didn’t improve, she

eliminated.

away, “Do you think everyone is worthy of drinking with me? If I don’t want to drink, who can

“President Hartley, why didn’t you say so earlier? You

Marcus raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you the assistant,

17”

Cornelia had no answer.

only thought that he absolutely couldn’t drink, so she stood in front of him, not letting

one look from him could make those people

covering her

waiting in the car at the door. Seeing them coming out, he hurriedly got out of

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the back seat, and Cornelia took the passenger

and said, “Where do you live? Let

and waved her hand, “Thank you, President Hartley, but there’s no need. Someone is

alone at night without telling Zack and

out she was attending the banquet with Marcus today, she quickly messaged them. Zack said he

casually asked,

heard

ago. There was no way he would pick her

didn’t say anything, so Marcus

a spacious spot to park. “Ms. Stewart, do you want to

door, and waved

lowered, and Marcus ordered, “Throw

tipsy and unsteady, walked to the back of the car and

beautifully wrapped gifts, some of which she had personally wrapped. They were all gifts that her boss had intended to give to his wife. These gifts should have

untouched.

and asked, “President Hartley, aren’t these gifts for your

need them anymore. Throw them away, sell them, or use them yourself, whatever

want.”

a sour feeling in her heart, “President Hartley, what happened between you and your wife? You love her so much, don’t let a momentary

in just a week or two, his eyes had changed when he

“Take the s

“Take the stuff and don’t mention her in front

didn’t wanna spill the beans, and Cornelia didn’t dare to

to move some stuff. As she

hold it in, as his personal assistant, she couldn’t afford to embarrass herself

deep breath, she was about to lift the stuff when Ayden came over and