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….

simple work clothes and wore a sky–blue dress, her hair

but 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

work.

their gazes greedy

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

eliminated.

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

said, “President Hartley, why didn’t you say

enough, she also blamed him. Marcus

17”

Cornelia had no answer.

absolutely couldn’t drink, so she stood in front of him, not letting anyone get

she forgot that one look from him could

her embarrassment with

waiting in the car at the door. Seeing them coming

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the back seat, and Cornelia took the passenger

empty seat next to him and said, “Where do you live? Let Ayden drop you off on

but there’s no need. Someone is picking me up. Just drop me off at the main

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

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

casually asked, “Your

was stunned, realizing he heard her conversation with

name only had disappeared long ago. There was no

smiled and didn’t say anything, so Marcus took it as

the villa area, and Ayden found a spacious spot to park. “Ms. Stewart, do you want

opened the door, and waved goodbye, “Goodbye,

slowly lowered, and Marcus ordered,

to the back

gifts, some of which she had personally wrapped. They were all gifts that her boss had intended to give

untouched.

back and asked, “President Hartley, aren’t these gifts for your wife? Why didn’t you give

drag, “I won’t need them anymore. Throw them away, sell them, or use them

want.”

sour feeling in her heart, “President Hartley, what happened between you and your

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 her cold and

“Take the s

the stuff and don’t mention

spill the beans, and

some stuff. As she bent

personal assistant,

about to lift the stuff when Ayden came over and