Chapter 413


    Chapter 413


    This wasn’t the first time Comelia had seen Marcus like this. After that Courtney got to him once, he


    had been a mess ever since.


    Did Courtney do something to him again?


    Comelia rubbed her arm, almost twisted off by Marcus. She then poured him a ss of water, and sat a


    good couple of seats away


    from him.


    Marcus wasn’t talking, and Cornelia didn’t know what to say. She just kept hispany, silently,


    looking out the window with him.


    It was a fine day in Riverton. Looking out the living room window, she could see a crescent moon in the


    sky. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on them, like a hazy oil painting.


    Cornelia turned to look at Marcus. The man was a knockout, no rnatter the angle. High nose bridge,


    long eyshes, and those lips….


    She had to admit, Marcus was a godsend, with his looks, his physique and his charisma.


    She couldn’t help but stare. It brought back memories of her wedding with Jererny at the city hall two


    years ago. In her mind, Jeremy’s face was somewhat simr to Marcus“.


    The thought startled her. Was she seeing simrities because she spent so much time with Marcus and


    he was so good to her?


    The idea was terrifying. She quickly squashed it, forcing herself not to think nonsense.


    After what felt like an eternity, she was about to drift off to sleep. But Marcus was still sitting there


    motionless, looking out the window. Several times she wanted to ask him what happened, but seeing


    his face, she couldn’t muster the words. Maybe just being there for him was the bestfort she could


    give.


    Time ticked away, into the wee hours. Finally, Marcus’s deep voice echoed in her ears, Cornelia.”


    She sat upright immediately, “President Hartley, I’m here, what’s up?”


    He stopped gazing into the distance, slowly turned to look at her, “I really want to spend the rest of my


    life with my wife, and I care about how she sees me, you know?”


    Did she stare at him too much and he misinterpreted it as her having feelings for him? She didn’t want


    to lose her job over a misunderstanding. She blurted out, “I know how much you love your wife. I


    sincerely wish you two harmony forever, till death do you


    part!”


    Her eagerness to express her feelings only deepened his confusion. He insisted, “You do know!”


    Something was off about the way he was looking at her, and his tone. If he fired her, how would she


    pay her mortgage?


    N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    The thought of almost twenty grand a month made her panic, “I only love my husband Jeremy. I don’t


    have any inappropriate thoughts about you, please don’t misunderstand me.”


    “You have no inappropriate thoughts about me?” He stared at her, his gaze cold and oppressive, “So


    many women are after the identity I have and want to be my wife. Why not you? Do you think I’m not


    good enough for you?”


    Even a slight hint of inappropriate thoughts would give him hope, but her eyes told him she had none,


    not a trace.


    Almost a year together, he knew better than anyone. Her feelings towards him was nothing more than


    respect from a subordinate to a boss. If anything more, it would be fear.


    Yes, fear. He saw it in her eyes. She was scared of him.