Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband (END) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161 

Cornelia didn’t even try to grab his cigarette, let alone look at him. 

Could it be that Cornelia didn’t notice he was smoking? 

He pressed the lighter harder a few times, making a clicking sound, finally caught Cornelia’s attention 

Marcus leaned forward slightly, making it easier for her to take the cigarette from his hand. 

Cornelia handed over Zack’s lighter with both hands, President Hartley, your lighter’s broken, use this one first” 

Zack was going to smoke, and she was in such a hurry to stop him. And when Marcus wanted to smoke, she not only didn’t stop him but also handed over a lighter 

He couldn’t help but wonder if she wanted to get rid of him so she could start over again? 

Marcus looked at the lighter handed to him and asked, “Did I ask you to hand me a lighter?” 

Was it wrong for her to hand over a lighter when his was broken? 

Zack shivered with fear but didn’t back down, “Why are you picking on my Nelly, man?” 

“Your Nelly? She’s mine,” Marcus said with a straight face and left. 

Zack asked, “Nelly, does he bully you all the time?” 

“How come!” Cornelia didn’t know what was up with Marcus, “It’s getting late. You should go home. Well go house hunting together tomorrow morning” 

Zack agreed, “Alright, Abby and I will pick you up tomorrow morning” 

The next day, Cornelia got up early. 

Dr. Dawson was even earlier. Just as she finished washing up, Dr. Dawson knocked on her door, holding a delicious breakfast. 

Seeing her staring at the breakfast, Dr. Dawson said cheerfully. “This is the nutritious breakfast I prepared for Skyler. Your breakfast is on the 24th floor, hurry and go eat.” 

The 24th floor was also Marcus’s place, where Dr. Dawson and Ayden lived. 

Marcus hated the smell of cooking, so the chef cooked for him on the 24th floor and sent it to the 25th floor when it was ready. 

“Okay, I’m going now “Cornelia went to the 24th floor for breakfast, not expecting Marcus to be there. 

He was sitting by the floor–to–ceiling window at the bar, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and flipping through a document with the other. 

Cornelia greeted him, “President Hartley, good morning!” 

Marcus put down the document and looked back at her. 

Even though it was a day off, she still wore her hair up and her work clothes were replaced with a coat. She looked no different from usual, but somehow seemed different.