Chapter 783
Marcus stated sternly, âIâm not planning on having kids right nowâ
If he didnât want kids, then fine. But why did he have to say it so harshly?
âIf you donât want kids, then forget it. I canât force you to have one with me.â Cornelia felt a bit upset, then she suddenly remembered a crucial factor she had overlooked.
Marcus couldnât have kids! How could she demand him to have one with her?
She felt like a complete idiot for nearly hurting his pride.
Marcus continued driving, focused as ever. Cornelia sneaked a peek at him, his face was unchanging, but she felt an intense oppressive feeling.
He was definitely pissed! She was sure Marcus was mad!
She regretted her words, knowing he couldnât have kids yet suggesting they have one together. Heâd be a saint not to be angry.
After some thought, Cornelia decided to cheer him up. âMarcus, if you donât want kids, then we wonât. Itâs no big deal, kid or not, doesnât matter.
Her voice was soft, sweet, and utterly enchanting, unlike her work voice. Marcus was almost swayed by her voice. Luckily, he had good selfâcontrol.
Without any response from him, Cornelia moved closer, âForget what I said earlier. Iâll respect your decisions, I wonât force you into anything.â
Could she even force him? Was she overestimating herself? Marcus was almost amused by her, though his expression remained cold.
Cornelia was a bit annoyed; if he was going to ignore her, sheâd ignore him. She turned to look out the window. Through the window, she could vaguely see his profile. His profile was truly perfect, flawless from every angle. Even now, it felt like a dream, unable to believe her boss was now her husband.
About half an hour later, Marcus pulled into an underground parking lot of a fancy leisure club.
One of the most expensive places in Riverton, a nightâs spending starting from hundreds of thousands.
Previously, Cornelia accompanied Marcus for a business deal, and they were invited here after the deal was made. She had been here once with him.
The drinks here tasted no different from elsewhere, but the prices were absurdly high, and the cheaper ones were barely sold. It was as if everyone came here to spend money.
Even though she was now a millionaire, she still believed money shouldnât be spent recklessly but on necessary things, âPresident Hartley, if you want a date, letâs switch places. Itâs too expensive here, I donât think we need to waste money like this.â
Marcus still ignored her, parked the car, and headed straight for the elevator. Cornelia had no choice but to follow him.
The elevator ascended all the way to the twentyâninth floor. As they stepped out, a waiter immediately came over to guide them, âMr. Hartley, Mrs. Hartley, this way please!â
Cornelia carefully took two steps ahead, lightly grasping Marcusâs sleeve, âPresident Hartley, how did he know Iâm your wife?â