Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband (END) novel Chapter 651

Chapter 651 

Marcus was amused by her straightforward and adorable response. “You don’t need to give anything in return. Or, you can use my card to buy something for me! 

Comelia said with some frustration, “I don’t want to always spend your money. I can earn my own money. I did fine before I met you, you know” 

known 

Marcus had always known that even without him, Cornelia could do very well. 

In multiple rounds of executive assistant selection, she stood out from numerous competitors and finally became his assistant, which was enough to prove her abilities. 

She could earn money on her own to buy a house. She was beautiful, had many suitors, and she didn’t necessarily need him. 

Marcus understood all of these, but hearing Cornelia say it out loud still made him a bit uncomfortable 

He subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand, “I hope you can spend my money so I can feel that you need me, not that I am dispensable to you. 

Cornelia couldn’t stand when he talked to her like this, as if he were a horneless child desperately needing her care. “Well, I’ll accept it then” 

Comelia agreed to take the car, Marcus breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s more like it! You’re my wife, If you don’t spend my money, should I give it to another woman?” 

“I won’t allow it!” Cornelia reached out and pinched his waist 

His waist muscles were too firm. She didn’t hurt him, but hurt her own hand instead. 

She glared at him angrily Jeremy would never bully her, only Marcus would. 

Marcus didn’t understand why she suddenly got angry. “What’s wrong?” 

Cornelia knew she shouldn’t lose her temper, ‘It’s too hot, let’s go.” 

May in Riverton was particularly hot, especially in the evening, without wind, the entire city was like a steamer. 

The red sports car raced down the city streets, like a moving red rose, very eye–catching. About half an hour later, the car left the city and headed in the direction of the 

eastern coast of Riverton 

Cornelia sat in the passenger seat, occasionally sneaking peeks at Marcus out of the corner of her eye. 

He rarely drove, but he drove fast and steady. She remembered he once told her that he wanted to be a race car driver and had even won championships. 

His hand on the steering wheel looked very good, his fingers were long and strong, much better than a hand model’s. 

His physique was the same, and even sitting down, there was not a bit of excess fat. One could vaguely feel the strong abs under his shirt. 

She took a look, then quickly looked away, as if she were a thief. 

Marcus was amused by her again, chuckling softly. 

Cornelia puffed up her face and asked, “What are you laughing at?”