Chapter 31
Her alarm clock couldnât wake her up at six oâclock. When she woke up, it was already 9.30 in the morning
There was light rain last night, and now the sun was shining brightly outside the window.
Cornelia looked out from the floorâtoâceiling window and saw the green lake and golden snowâcapped mountains. She suddenly felt very happy
Before coming to the plateau area, Cornelia had read many posts online saying that coming here could cleanse the soul
She didnât believe it in the past, but now she had to admit it after experiencing it herself
City folks are busy with work, studying, and watching short videos on their phones. Occasionally coming to such a place to relax is indeed nice
As Cornelia was daydreaming, the doorbell rang, startling her.
She was worried it was Helena, but after confirming it was Dr. Dawson, she opened the door.
Dr. Dawson brought a hearty breakfast and a nutritious soup.
Dr Dawson said with a smile, âCornelia, I made this soup especially for you. Drink it before having breakfast. After you finish, Ill help you change your dressing. Marc said you should focus on healing first, so you donât have to follow him around before youâre better.â
âOkay,â Cornelia agreed. She needed to heal properly to work better.
After about a month of rest, Corneliaâs arm wound slowly grew new flesh, which was so itchy that she couldnât sleep at night.,
Unable to sleep, she decided to go for a walk. When she opened the door, she smelled a faint minty cigarette smell.
This was Marcusâs exclusive cigarette flavor, not as strong as ordinary cigarettes, and it wouldnât cause discomfort.
Cornelia looked up and sure enough, it was Marcus, whom she hadnât seen in a month.
He retained his customary attire, donning a white shirt and black trousers, with a black coat layered atop, enhancing his already upright appearance.
President Hartley,â Cornelia called out to him, and he slowly turned his head to look at her.
The white light shone on his face. He looked more tired than a month ago, but it didnât affect his handsome appearance.
He frowned slightly, seemingly troubled.
Cornelia politely greeted him, President Hartley, good evening!â
Marcus extinguished the cigarette in his hand and asked coldly. âWhere are you going?â
Cornelia answered sincerely. The new flesh on my wound is itchy, and I canât sleep. Iâm planning to go downstairs for a walk.â
âOkay.â Marcus responded and turned his head away, ignoring her.
He seemed to be in a bad mood, and she didnât know why
Cornelia didnât dare to ask more and silently walked towards the elevator.
Assistantâ¦â Marcus called her again, and Cornelia had to stop, âPresident Hartley, do you need anything?â
He said, âAccompany me to check on the work.â
âOkay âAfter a month of rest, Cornelia was finally able to work and was very excited. âPresident Hartley, please wait, Iâll change my clothes.â
She was wearing a long down jacket over her pajamas, which was fine for a walk but not suitable for work.
âNo need âAfter saying this, Marcus walked towards the elevator first, and Cornelia followed closely
The hotel was the same one Cornelia had stayed at before, but many changes had taken place in the past month. The previously incomplete facilities were now all in place.