Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband (END) novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202 

Jeremy stashed his bank card in his marriage certificate but then lost it, so now he had no clue where his card was 

Even though they were married, he and Cornelia weren’t living together and Cornelia didn’t want any favors from him 

She told him, “Keep your money to yourself, dont even think about spending it on me. I can earn my own money. In my opinion, a healthy marriage isn’t about one person being the breadwinner, but the two of us working together to better our lives. If one of us loses their job, the other should be able to hold the fort.” 

Jeremy replied. “Yeah, I’m with you on that” 

Cornelia said, “11l hold onto this necklace for now, and give it back when we meet.” 

Jeremy asked, “Why?” 

Cornelia said, “We’re not back together, so don’t think you can buy your way out of the doghouse with gifts. Anyway, I’m off to grab a bite with friends” 

After reading Cornelia’s final message, Marcus called Leonardo and said, “Who said you can smooth things over with gifts?” 

Leonardo innocently replied. “My method always worked before I didn’t expect it to flop with you” 

After the holiday, Cornelia and Marcus headed to Marshland Haven for a field trip on their first day back at work. 

They were joined by the CEO of Silver Edge Co, Mr. King, who’s in his fifties and always hand in hand with his wife, Mrs. King. 

They originally planned to walk around Marshland Haven, but Mr. King suggested they take the sightseeing car considering his wife is in heels. 

Cornelia, also in heels and with her feet blistering after half an hour of walking, was happy to take the car. 

The sightseeing car could hold seven people, excluding the driver. The person in charge of the area sat next to the driver. Mr. King’s secretary was in the second row, Mr. and Mrs. King w in the third row, Marcus was alone in the fourth row, and Cornelia and Ben were in the last row. 

As they tour, the person in charge gave them a detailed introduction to Marshland Haven, and Cornelia and Ben took diligent notes. 

By the time they finished their tour, it was lunchtime 

Cornelia had arranged for lunch at a nice restaurant in the area, but they had to walk about a hundred meters along a cobblestone path to get there. 

Mr. King, fearing his wife would twist her ankle, carried her on his back to avoid the cobblestones. 

Even Marcus, usually indifferent to others‘ marriages, couldn’t help but notice, “Mr. King, you love your wife so much.”