Chapter 411: Chapter 411

Chapter 411

Patricia, the housekeeper, had been itching for Marcus to bring a lady home.

She thought a lady would definitely warm up the seemingly chilly house and took away Marcus’s loneliness. Hopefully, the lady could thaw Marcus’s heart, help him forget the bad memories, and get over his childhood trauma.

Tonight, Cornelia didn’t have any work to do and was planning to grab dinner with Zack and Abigail. But Patricia’s enthusiasm made her feel bad about turning down the dinner invitation. Cornelia said, “Patricia, I eat a lot. I’m afraid you might not have enough food for me.”

“I’ve made plenty, it will be enough.” Patricia said passionately, leading Cornelia to the dining room, “Nelly, I’m really happy you could

make it.”

Patricia was always nice to Cornelia, but today she was over the top. Cornelia was a little overwhelmed. She glanced at Marcus, hearing him say, “Patricia really likes you.”

Patricia continued, ‘Nelly, I really like you. I hope you like me too.”

Cornelia was always bad at rejecting people’s kindness, “Patricia, I like you too.”

Patricia then turned to Marcus, “Marc, I really like Nelly. If you’re okay with it, and Nelly is okay with it, I’d like to invite her over for meals regularly.”

Marcus turned to Cornelia, “Patricia really likes you, and she talks about you all the time. If you have some free time, come over and chat with her.”

When the boss himself extended an invitation, how could Cornelia say no? She couldn’t!

Even if Marcus hadn’t invited her, Cornelia was willing to spend time with Patricia. Cornelia never met her mom and she guessed Patricia could be around her mom’s age. The first time she met Patricia, it felt like seeing her mother.

Would her mother, if she hadn’t left, cook a full table of food waiting for her to come home, like Patricia?

Cornelia didn’t want to think too much, as overthinking could lead to disappointments.

When she was a kid, not mature enough, she blamed her mother. Blamed her for leaving her father, her as a baby, and their home..

But then, after some things happened, she stopped blaming her mom. She didn’t know what her mom went through and why she left. She had no right to blame her.

She wasn’t in a position to judge people’s actions without experiencing their pain.

Soon, Patricia served the dishes, all familiar to Cornelia’s hometown. But none of Marcus’s favorite. Seemed like all the dishes were prepared for her.

Cornelia had been in Paris for over a month. She was already sick of the local food and missed her hometown’s cuisine. Now that the food was right in front of her, she dived right in.

Patricia served her a bowl of soup, “Nelly, eat slowly, don’t choke.”

Cornelia asked, “Patricia, did you learn to cook my hometown dishes? They are delicious.”

Patricia happily replied, “As long as you like them. I was worried they might not be good enough.”

Cornelia replied, “I love them.”

Cornelia didn’t just say it; she showed it. Marcus didn’t eat much, and most of the food was eaten by her.

After stuffing herself, it was almost 10 pm. Cornelia said, “President Hartley, Patricia, thank you for your hospitality. I should head home

now.”

Before Marcus could respond, Patricia cut in, “Nelly, it’s late and not convenient to get a cab. Austin can’t drive at night due to his poor vision. Your room is upstairs, I’ve cleaned it up for you. There are fresh clothes for you to change into. You can stay here tonight.”