Chapter 561


    Chapter 561


    Comelia practically jumped out of bed at the sound, immediately turning to look in its direction. There


    was Marcus, dressed in white shirt and ck cks.


    He was sitting in a single–seater sofa by the window, legs crossed elegantly, a tablet in hand. He


    seemed to be looking through some documents.


    For a moment, Cornelia’s mind went nk, until she realized she appeared to have woken up on


    Marcus‘ hospital bed


    Cornelia quickly threw back the covers to check, and found her clothes neatly on. She heaved a sigh of


    relief Thank goodness she was a prim sleeper, with no habit of undressing unconsciously in her sleep.


    She hurriedly jumped off the bed, stuttering nervously, “President Hartley, when when did you wake


    up? How, how… how did I end up waking up on your bed?”


    “Thank you for staying by my bedsidest night” Marcus looked up at her, his meaningful and


    inscrutable gaze making Cornelia even more flustered.


    He didn’t directly answer her question, leaving her clueless as to how she ended up on his bed.


    Seeing her difort, Marcus reassured her softly. “I saw you sleeping ufortably by the bedside,


    so after I got up, since the bed was empty anyway I let you lie down


    for a bit.”


    Hearing this, Cornelia let out a long sigh of relief, her eyes brightening, “Phew, you scared the daylights


    out of me. I thought I had climbed onto your bed on my own.”


    Marcus was speechless. She really can’t handle sleeping with him?


    His expression darkened slightly, but Cornelia didn’t notice, “President Hartley, do you still feel unwell


    somewhere?“\


    Marcus, “Nothing serious.”


    Last night before she fell asleep, he was still in the ICU, but this morning he was sitting by the window


    looking at documents, all dressed up. Even with some magical cure, he couldn’t possibly recover that


    fast.


    Cornelia quickly realized she might have been fooled by them all, “If there’s nothing seriously wrong


    with you, I’ll leave.”


    Marcus turned back to his tablet, responding nonchntly, “Alright”


    Humph, wasn’t he a bit too aloof? She stayed with him all night, even if there was no credit, there was


    still effort.


    Leaving Marcus‘ room, Cornelia didn’t leave right away.


    She went to Dr. Lester’s office, “Dr. Lester, did you all gang up to trick me? Is this a thing to joke


    about?”


    They got her worry so muchst night.


    Dr. Lester replied, “Do you think we were fooling you? You’ve seen how much Marcus values his


    dignity. If he were awake, how could he let you see how weak he is?”


    Hearing this, Cornelia started doubting her guess again, “Are you saying President Hartley’s condition


    is still bad?”


    Dr. Lester, “What I can tell you is that his life isn’t in danger for now, but I can’t guarantee anything


    else.”


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    Cornelia, “What else can I do to help him?”


    Dr. Lester, “Can you cook?”


    Cornelia, “Yes, I can”