Chapter 55
Cornelia said goodnight to Marcus and then headed back to her place
She heard a woman sobbing a few meters away from the wooden building.
In the deep mountains, in the dead of night, with the rustling sound of leaves in the wind and a womanâs crying. All these elements together made a typical horror movie scene
Cornelia got goosebumps all over her body and was about to run away, but her curiosity made her glance toward the sound.
Not far away, the crying woman was sitting under a tree, with weak light shining on her through the branches.
Cornelia gecognized her as Skyler. Zavierâs wife, who spoke sweetly and had a precious smile that made people want to protect her.
Why was she crying alone in the middle of the night? Didnât Zavier care about her?
âStop crying Tears are useless.â From the shadows Zavierâs deep voice sounded
He was by the tree trunk, but Cornelia didnât see him at first glance because it was too dark.
His tone when speaking to his wife was colder and more distant than that of a stranger. He was completely different from the loving and doting Zavier she had seen during the day
Skyler wiped her tears as if gathering courage. Zavier, letâs get a divorce!â
âDivorce?â Zavier sneered, grabbing Skylerâs chin and lifting her head slightly so she could look him in the eye. âSkyler, do you think you have a say in ending this marriage? Youâve been mine since you schemed your way into marrying me.â
What an authoritative and strong man!
Cornelia silently sighed and slipped away.
This afternoon, she had been envious of their seemingly sweet relationship, but who knew they were arguing about divorce behind closed doors?
With more and more people getting divorced nowadays, why do so many still want to get married?
Cornelia returned to her room
That night, she couldnât sleep well, and the next day she woke up close to noon, sporting two large dark circles under her eyes.
Steven and Hannah had too much energy, making noise until midnight, seriously affecting her sleep.
However, Steven was still energetic the following day and even joked, âMs. Stewart, whatâs the deal with those dark circles under your eyes?â
Did he not know what happened?
Steven looked at Marcus, âMarc, you should know why, right?â
Marcus didnât want to deal with him, âYouâd better shut your mouth.â
Steven raised his hands in surrender, âAlright, alright, I wonât say anything. But after such a tiring night, you should let Cornelia sleep briefly. Why get up so early?â
His insinuation was too obvious. If Cornelia didnât speak up, the gossip would become the truth. President Dixon, Iâm just President Hartleyâs assistant. Please mind your words.â
Unexpectedly, Marcus spoke almost simultaneously with her. His voice was low, assertive, and profound. âSteven, donât make that kind of joke about a girl.â
âYou two arenât what I thought?â Steven still didnât believe nothing was going on between them. Even if there werenât now, there definitely would be in the future.
He had known Marcus for so many years and had never seen his gaze linger on a woman for more than three seconds.
The way Marcus looked at Cornelia was very gentle, though he probably hadnât realized it yet.
Steven apologized promptly. âMs Stewart, Iâm very sorry!â
Cornelia didnât want to deal with him anymore.
Hannah pulled Cornelia aside, apologizing profusely. âCornelia, I apologize on Stevenâs behalf. He doesnât usually joke around with people he doesnât know well. He made that joke because you came with President Hartley. He assumed you two were a couple.â
âMrs. Dixon, itâs okayâ Cornelia knew what kind of gathering this was. Her arrival was a mistake, not anyone elseâs fault.
She would rather not have the triple salary if she had known Marcus would bring her to this kind of private friendsâ gathering