Chapter 114


    Chapter 114


    Ts there something wrong with his stomach” Cornelia asked worriedly.


    This wasn’t mentioned in the training course for the presstents special assistant, otherwise, she


    wouldn’t have let


    aty barbecuest night


    Dr. Dawson said, “You probably don’t know how busy he was when he took over the Hartley Group. He


    was working day and night for a few years, with irregr steep and diet, and his stomach issues were


    quite serious. Just around this timest year he was busy with the branch office stuff, his stomach


    started bleeding, but he insisted on working”


    What people saw of Marcus was the shining overlord in the business world, with vigorous actions and


    decisive means. However, very few people knew how much effort he put in to get


    where he is today


    During the campaign for the president’s special assistant. Cornelia locked up a lot of information about


    Marcus and even naively thought she knew everything about him


    However, the longer she followed him, the more she felt that she didnt really know him, just like


    everyone else, and had no idea what he had gone through over the years


    It was all my fautst night. I took him to eat barbecue” Cornelia felt extremely quilty. Dr. Dawson, since


    he doesn’t want to see a doctor. I have to bother you toe and take a look”


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    “He didn’t let me and Ayden go to the Capital with him this time Dr. Dawson paused and continued,


    “He’s an adult, and what he eats is his own decision. It’s not your fault. If possible, please give him


    some porridge and let him eat that for the next couple of days.”


    “Alright.” Cornelia agreed and wanted to hang up, but Dr. Dawson stopped her. “Cornelia, Marc has a


    strong personality and never lets others see his vulnerable side. His actual condition may be worse


    than what we see. You need to take good care of him these days, his stomach can’t take any more


    stress”


    Dawson, rest assured. I’ll take care of him” Cornelia went to the kitchen, checked the fridge, and found


    the ingredients she needed.


    She quickly prepared the ingredients, as making porridge takes some time. She couldn’t help but go


    upstairs to check on Marcus again


    He was still lying on the living room sofa, with one hand on his stomach. He already fell asleep, but his


    eyebrows furrowed.


    Cornelia didn’t want to wake him up, so she went to his room and grabbed a thin nket to cover him.


    Just as she was about to leave, he grabbed her hand tightly again.


    He used so much force that it hurt Cornelia’s wrist. “President Hartley, you’re hurting me.”


    She thought he was awake, but when she looked down, his eyes were still closed, and the action of


    grabbing her seemed to be a subconscious one


    “I’m sorry!” He muttered softly, his voice sounding like gently plucked strings, pleasant, but also heart–


    wrenching.


    Cornelia thought to herself, “What’s the point of apologizing to me? You should say that to your wife‘


    She assumed he mistook her for his wife and tried to pull her hand away, but couldn’t,


    so she let him hold it


    His stomach must have been really ufortable, as he frowned and showed a painful expression


    she had never seen before in his sleep.


    But she had to admit, even being sick, this man was still handsome, with a kind of morbid beauty that


    made people want to get close


    Cornelia was frightened by this terrible thought in her heart, quickly looked away and stopped looking


    at him. But with her hand held by him, she couldn’t ignore his presence.


    His hands were also good–looking, slender, with distinct joints, much better–looking than those of hand


    models.


    She didn’t know how long it had been, but the night was approaching and the light from outside


    illuminated the room. Her wrist had gone numb from his grip, and she was almost leaning against the


    sofa, falling asleep when she heard Marcus’s deep and pleasant voice, “Cornelia?”


    Half–asleep Cornelia suddenly raised her head, and saw his usually pretty and charming eyes full of


    doubt.


    Cornelia quickly exined, “President Hartley, you’ve been holding my hand and I couldn’t pull away,


    so I had to sit here with you.”


    So that’s what happened!