Chapter 115


    Chapter 115


    He originally thought she had discovered something so she took the initiative to go upstairs to


    apany him, but he didn’t expect that he was thinking too much


    Cornelia moved slightly reminding him that he was still holding her wrist. President Hartley, you should


    let go of me first”


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    Marcus let go of her hand with a hint of disappointment. “Sorry!”


    “I know, you must have thought I was your wife when you grabbed my hand.” She could see the


    vulnerability in his eyes, probably because of the troubles between him and his wife Corn thought for


    a moment and decided to say something President Hartley, if you care so much about your wife, just


    talk to her. Don’t keep everything to yourself”


    “Can it really be resolved just by talking? Marcus had thought about having a heart to heart chat, but he


    didn’t dare to take that risk


    Cornelia said, “You have to try everything. If you don’t try how will you know if it will work?”


    “True you make a lot of sense “He smiled, “When we get back to Riverton, you can pick a restaurant


    you like, and I’ll invite her to have a good talk”


    “Alright


    prepare when I get back. “Cornelia genuinely hoped that he and his wife could make up soon, so her


    job would be easier.


    She remembered the porridge still cooking in the pot, ‘President Hartley, I’ve got porridge simmering in


    the pot. Ill go get you some, and then you should rest early.”


    Marcus, Thank you!”


    “You don’t have to thank me” Cornelia lowered her head, feeling a bit down, “If it wasn’t for me, you


    wouldn’t have eaten such greasy foodst night, and your stomach wouldn’t be upset. President


    Hartley. I’m sorry!”


    Don’t me yourself, it’s not your fault Marcus reached out and gently rubbed the bun on top of her


    head.


    This was the first time he had touched her bun, her hair was smooth and ck, and it felt nice.


    He pulled back his hand and sniffed it. The fragrance was light but refreshing


    Cornelia was startled by his sudden overstep, but when she met his calm andposed gaze, she felt


    like she was overthinking it again, President Hartley, I’ll go get the porridge”


    Marcus, “Alright”


    Cornelia quickly left his room. Marcus sniffed his fingers again, the scent of his little wife still lingering,


    not only fragrant but also sweet


    Cornelia scooped up the porridge and turned around, only to find Marcus, who should have been


    resting in his room, standing at the door, President Hartley, why did youe down?”


    Marcus asked without answering. “Are you good at cooking?”


    Cornelia thought she had quite a few signature dishes, and those who had tasted them said they were


    good. However, the only people fortunate enough to eat her dishes were her grandmother, Zack, and


    Abigail.


    No matter what she cooks, the three of them think it is the best food in the world, so her true level of


    cooking has yet to be verified.


    She humbly said, President Hartley, I can only make a few dishes, nothing fancy, and definitely not


    comparable to your chef.”


    “Dishes should have a taste of home. Chefs can make all kinds of delicacies, but they’ll never have that


    feeling of home.” Marcus looked at her earnestly, “Could you teach me how to cook?”