Chapter 583
Marcus never took to flattery, but if it was coming from Cornelia, he didnât mind it one bit
In fact, he kinda enjoyed hearing her butter him up
As he watched her get all excited sweet talking him with that adorable look on her face, that strange, unsettling feeling that he didnât quite understand was once again quickly spreading through his heart.
It was intense, like it was trying to take over his mind and senses in a short span of time.
Was this what they call having a crush?
Marcus wasnt sure if this was what having a crush felt like, but he didnât oppose it. In fact, he was quite chuffed to realize that he had a thing for Cornelia.
Cornelia was his lawfully wedded wife; their relationship was legally protected. It was only natural for him to like his own wife.
Swallowing hard, his Adamâs apple bobbing with the motion. His slender fingers lightly tapping the glass, he said, âLelâs eat, quit the sweet talk.â
His voice was hoarse. Even Marcus himself didnât expect it
âPresident Hartley, are you okay? Feeling unwell again?â Cornelia got worried hearing the roughness in his voice. She stood up and moved towards him, reaching out to touch his forehead.
Marcus caught her hand, holding it in his palm, playing with it like a fascinating toy
Taken aback, Cornelia quickly withdrew her hand, âPresident Hartley, please mind your manners!â
Mind his manners!
He had been minding his manners too much. His wife had been buzzing around him all day, and he hadnât even properly held her hand, let alone anything else.
With a slight smile, Marcus said, âWhat if I donât want to mind my manners?â
He was her husband after all. If he stopped minding his manners, holding her hand would be the least of it. Things could get a lot rpore intimate.
Thinking of this, Cornelia got all flustered, stumbling over her words, âI⦠you!â
When words failed her, she decided to simply leave. With that, she turned around and scampered out of the dining room, through the sprawling living room and into the yard.
The cool night breeze hit her face, causing Cornelia to shiver and sober up a bit.
Marcus was her husband, and intimacy was inevitable. But she was still struggling to accept her new status, instinctively feeling guilty for Jeremy if anything beyond the norm happened with Marcus. Hence her aversion to him holding her hand.
She understood this, but truly accepting it was going to take some time.
Sighing deeply, Cornelia sat down in a pavilion, leaning back against a pillar and gazing up at the starry sky
The full moon hung high in the sky, casting a gentle light over all those who were alone.
Vaguely, Cornelia thought she could make out two blurry figures in the moon. A man and a woman who seemed to be very much in love, waving at her.
Suddenly her eyes welled up. âMom, Dad, is that you? Do you miss me too?â
Cornelia had never met her mother. She didnât know why her parents divorced, or where her mother went. But she had a positive image of her mother.
This was because her father and grandmother never spoke ill of her mother in front of her. They only told her when she was a kid that her mother had gone to a faraway place