Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband (END) novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662 

“The Reese Group?” Marcus said nonchalantly, twirling his wine glass with his elegant and attractive fingers. A little Reese Group is no match for me. I could make them go bankrupt as easily as squashing an ant, if I felt like it” 

Marcus was indeed capable of doing so, Cornelia knew that. But she was still a bit worried. “We should be careful Direct attacks are easy to handle, but covert ones are hard to predict‘ 

Marcus interrupted, ‘Let’s not talk about unpleasant things. Just enjoy your meal” 

Comelia lowered her head and focused on her food. She was so nervous that she drank a few more glasses of wine. 

After dinner, it was dark outside, but the lights were bright. Marcus said, “I heard from Shawn that there’s a famous band playing here tonight Wanna go check it out?” 

Comelia thought watching a show would be more relaxing than staying in the room. So she agreed, “Sure.” 

Marcus turned and fetched two clean jackets, one jacket for him and one for her. ‘Put this on” 

Comelia looked at him, “Where did you get this jacket?” 

“Shawn prepared them for us? Marcus said Actually, he knew the temperature difference here was quite big day and night, so he had it sent over in advance 

Cornelia wanted to say something, but he took her hand, “How about taking a walk?” 

Marcus was handsome, with a deep and sexy voice that was very seductive. 

Comelia followed him, her heart pounding like a frightened deer, unable to resist him. “Alright, let’s take a walk.” 

Marcus’s palm was large but cold, not like the warm hand that held hers before. 

Why did his hand suddenly become so cold? Cornelia guessed it was because he was not in good health lately, and the sea breeze might have contributed to it. 

But knowing men’s pride, she said nothing and casually put their hands in her pocket, trying to warm him up. 

Stepping out of the glass house, a cold wind blew. Cornelia shivered, but immediately took off her jacket and draped it over Marcus, “You just recovered, you should be more afraid of the cold than me Wear this.” 

Marcus smiled. I’m not cold” 

“Your hand is so cold” Cornelia pulled him back into the glass house, rubbing and kneading his hand. 

Even after a while, his hand was still cold. Without much thought, Cornelia pressed his hand against her warm face, “This might help.” 

Marcus leaned in close to her, his warm breath in her ear, “Cornelia…”