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….

changed out of her usual simple work clothes and wore a sky–blue dress,

her figure was good enough to show off her perfect body curves. Because of the alcohol, her delicate face and slender neck were flushed, making her look innocent and sexy at the same time,

work.

but later many were toasting her, their

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

eliminated.

think everyone is worthy of drinking with me? If I don’t want to drink, who

said, “President Hartley, why didn’t you say so earlier? You let me drink so

being smart enough, she also blamed him. Marcus raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you the assistant,

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Cornelia had no answer.

so she stood in front

forgot that one look from him

covering her embarrassment with

in the car at the door. Seeing them

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in the back seat, and Cornelia took the

“Where do you live? Let

waved her hand, “Thank you, President Hartley, but there’s no need. Someone is picking me up. Just drop me

time she took a taxi alone at night without telling Zack and Abigail, they

attending the banquet with Marcus today, she quickly messaged them. Zack said he would pick her up in the

casually asked, “Your

he heard her conversation with Leonardo

disappeared long ago. There was no way he

smiled and didn’t say anything, so Marcus

and Ayden found a spacious spot

waved goodbye, “Goodbye, President Hartley! Goodbye,

and Marcus ordered, “Throw away the stuff

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

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 been given out earlier, but now they were all piled up in the

untouched.

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

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

used to look at his wife with such tender and firm eyes, but in just a week or two, his eyes had changed when he mentioned

“Take the s

and don’t mention her in

didn’t wanna spill the beans, and

back of the car to move some stuff. As she bent down, she felt dizzy and her stomach

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

breath, she was about to lift the stuff