Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Cornelia was so startled by Marcus words that she instinctively backed away, quickly widening the gap
between them.
Seeing how she avoided him. Marcus eyes turned a bit cold it’s hard to get a taxi around here at night.
There are guest rooms on the second floor, so you can pick one and stay for the
night”
Cornelia
So that was what he meant Cornelia was overthinking
Marcus got up and found a first aid kit, taking out a green ointment. “Apply this on your wounds after
taking a shower.”
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Thanks, President Hartley!” Cornelia graciously epted the ointment. As for staying over, she didn’t
think it was necessary.
Even if they stayed on separate floors, it wasn’t appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone
together. I’m afraid I might disturb your rest, I won’t stay here”
Marcus, 1 sleep on the third floor, and you would sleep on the second floor. How could you possibly
disturb me? Are your legs that long, that they can reach the ceiling?”
Cornelia,**
Marcus continued. “It’s 2 AM now, and you must return tomorrow morning. Are you sure you want to
leave?”
After he reminded her, Cornelia realized that she still needed toe over early tomorrow morning to
discuss the details of Marcus’s birthday decoration with the nningpany. She nodded, “Then I go
rest first. Boss, you should also get some rest
The vi had three floors Marcus‘ room and study were on the third floor, while the second floor was
usually empty, though the housekeeper would clean it regrly.
There were two guest rooms on the second floor. Cornelia chose the one further inside.
The room was cozy and clean, with brand–new bedding. It was as if no one had ever stayed there.
The bathroom had a newly stocked bathrobe and all the toiletries she might need, just like in a five–star
hotel.
That day, Cornelia had flown from snowy West Region to short–sleeve weather in Riverton, signed a
divorce agreement, had a minor car ident, and ended up being Marcus driver. She was exhausted.
After the shower, she fell into bed and was asleep within minutes.
Cornelia always had a regr schedule, and even though she went to bed fate the night before, she
still woke up at 6 AM
If only she knew that Marcus had been up even earlier than that. She opened the curtains and could
see the swimming pool in the backyard. A man wearing only swimming trunks was
standing by it
He was tall, with an eight–pack, a face like a sculpture, and a pair of indifferent yet captivating eyes
It was the first time Cornelia realized that Marcus‘ body, hidden beneath his white shirt and ck
trousers, was even more attractive than his face.
What woman would cheat on such a high–quality man? Not unless-
Suddenly, Cornelia recalled Leonardo’sment – President Hartley may look good, but he’s truly not
that great.”
Could it be that Marcus couldn’t satisfy his wife in bed, so she cheated on him?
Cornelia was shocked by her indecent thoughts.
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How could she think of President Hartley like that?
She quickly closed the curtains so she wouldn’t have any more wild thoughts.
After washing up, Cornelia changed into the clothes she had washed and driedst night. Then she
went downstairs to make breakfast/
As she reached the stairs on the second floor, Patricia happened to walk in. Seeing a young, beautiful
girl suddenly appear in the house made Patricia feel both surprised and delighted “Mrs. Hartley, you’re
back?”
*Patricia, it’s me, Cornelia “Cornelia quickly exined, “President Hartley had a few drinksst night, so
I drove him home. It waste, so I stayed in a guest room on the second floor” To avoid any
misunderstanding, she emphasized that she stayed in the guest room on the second floor,
Patricia came closer and recognized Cornelia, cheerfully saying, “Oh, it’s Cornelia! I thought the young
master had brought Mrs. Hartley back.”
Cornelia felt incredibly awkward!
Patricia didn’t seem to mind this She continued, “Ms. Stewart, do you have a boyfriend?”
Cornelia replied, “I’m already married”
Patricia seemed a bit disappointed, “You got married so young?”
Cornelia nodded in confirmation
As Patricia prepared breakfast, she asked, “What would Ms Stewart like to eat?”
“Patricia, can I make something myself?” Cornelia suddenly craved some homemade food, so she
decided to cook a dish herself
Patricia was very enthusiastic, ‘Of course! President Hartley rarely eats at home, so I usually make him
breakfast. You can treat this ce like your home and use the kitchen however you
like”
“Thank you then “Cornelia
began to prepare the ingredients she needed