Chapter 857
Chapter 857
Marcus reached out, gently holding her delicate hand in his, “Cornelia, after you left, I gave it some real
thought. I was out of line trying to make you stay and having your stuff moved without your say so. I
won’t pull a stunt like that again. Trust me!”
Cornelia lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his genuine gaze from behind his silver sses. She
wanted to believe him, believe he wouldn’t deliberately hurt her. But, everyone had their moments of
recklessness, losing their cool in the heat of the moment, not realizing what they were doing. Like
Marcus this morning, if he really wanted to hurt her, she would have been cornered. He was just caught
up in the moment, onlying back to his senses when he saw her tears.
She didn’t say anything, which made Marcus a little flustered, “Cornelia…”
Cornelia’s heart just melted, “Have you had dinner yet?”
Marcus shook his head, “No.”
Cornelia said, “You know your stomach can’t handle ski p ping meals.”
Marcus replied, “I’m not hungry.”
Cornelia said, “Come with me.”
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She held his hand and led him into the residential area, arriving at the house they were renting.
Seeing them approach, Zack and Abigail quickly retreated inside, leaving the public area to them.
The living room had no air conditioning, and it was sweltering. Cornelia led Marcus straight into her
room and turned on the AC, “Rest here for a bit.”
She was about to leave when Marcus quickly caught her, “Where are you going?”
Comelia said, “You didn’t have dinner, right? I’m going to cook for you.”
Marcus said, “I’lle with you.”
Cornelia said, “The kitchen’s too small for both of us.”
Today’s weather was exceptionally hot and humid, and outside felt like an oven. He was sweating
profusely, and she was already worried that he might suffer from heatstroke. Despite this, he still
wanted to apany her to the kitchen, which was even hotter. She was concerned about what to do
if he got heatstroke.
Marcus didn’t respond.
Cornelia left the room, returning shortly with a bottle of medicine for heatstroke, “Drink this.”
Marcus usually wouldn’t touch this stuff with a ten-foot pole, but since it was from Cornelia, he
obediently took it and drank it.
After finishing, Cornelia took the empty bottle and left the room again.
Entering the kitchen, she checked the fridge. There weren’t many ingredients left, but she could still
whip something up. She defrosted a small chunk of beef and made a te of beef spaghetti, then
brought it to the room, “There’s not much left in the fridge, so spaghetti it is.”
“Okay.” Marcus took the te and started to wolf it down.
He never had such an appetite before, even when eating the world’s finest dishes. Yet, somehow, this
simple te of spaghetti tasted like the most exquisite delicacy to him. After finishing, he showed
Cornelia his empty te, “Look, I cleaned my te, there is nothing left.”
He was acting like a child trying to please her.
Cornelia took Marcus’ te, gently touched his forehead, and felt his temperature had gone down,
heatstroke seemed unlikely now, “Go home.”
Marcus, “You still haven’t forgiven me?”
Cornelia, “I mean let’s go home together.”
Marcus instantly held onto her hand tightly, “If you don’t want to go home, that’s fine. I can stay here.”
If she was willing topromise for him, he was willing to do the same for her.
Cornelia once had the same thought but was worried he wouldn’t get used to it, “We’re sharing this
apartment, and we all use the same bathroom. Plus, the apartment is kind of old. The windows don’t do
much for soundproofing. There are a lot of residents in this residential area, it can get noisy at night.
You’re a light sleeper, so you might have trouble sleeping”
Marcus, “I’ll manage.”
Given that they were all sharing the apartment and Abigail was a girl, Cornelia felt it wasn’t appropriate
for Marcus to stay. ‘Let’s pot. We don’t have any spare clothes for you here.”