Chapter 114
Ts there something wrong with his stomachâ Cornelia asked worriedly.
This wasnât mentioned in the training course for the presstents special assistant, otherwise, she wouldnât have let
aty barbecue last night
Dr. Dawson said, âYou probably donât know how busy he was when he took over the Hartley Group. He was working day and night for a few years, with irregular steep and diet, and his stomach issues were quite serious. Just around this time last year he was busy with the branch office stuff, his stomach started bleeding, but he insisted on workingâ
What people saw of Marcus was the shining overlord in the business world, with vigorous actions and decisive means. However, very few people knew how much effort he put in to get
where he is today
During the campaign for the presidentâs special assistant. Cornelia locked up a lot of information about Marcus and even naively thought she knew everything about him
However, the longer she followed him, the more she felt that she didnt really know him, just like everyone else, and had no idea what he had gone through over the years
It was all my faut last night. I took him to eat barbecueâ Cornelia felt extremely quilty. Dr. Dawson, since he doesnât want to see a doctor. I have to bother you to come and take a lookâ
âHe didnât let me and Ayden go to the Capital with him this time Dr. Dawson paused and continued, âHeâs an adult, and what he eats is his own decision. Itâs not your fault. If possible, please give him some porridge and let him eat that for the next couple of days.â
âAlright.â Cornelia agreed and wanted to hang up, but Dr. Dawson stopped her. âCornelia, Marc has a strong personality and never lets others see his vulnerable side. His actual condition may be worse than what we see. You need to take good care of him these days, his stomach canât take any more stressâ
Dawson, rest assured. Iâll take care of himâ Cornelia went to the kitchen, checked the fridge, and found the ingredients she needed.
She quickly prepared the ingredients, as making porridge takes some time. She couldnât help but go upstairs to check on Marcus again
He was still lying on the living room sofa, with one hand on his stomach. He already fell asleep, but his eyebrows furrowed.
Cornelia didnât want to wake him up, so she went to his room and grabbed a thin blanket to cover him. Just as she was about to leave, he grabbed her hand tightly again.
He used so much force that it hurt Corneliaâs wrist. âPresident Hartley, youâre hurting me.â
She thought he was awake, but when she looked down, his eyes were still closed, and the action of grabbing her seemed to be a subconscious one
âIâm sorry!â He muttered softly, his voice sounding like gently plucked strings, pleasant, but also heartâwrenching.
Cornelia thought to herself, âWhatâs the point of apologizing to me? You should say that to your wifeâ She assumed he mistook her for his wife and tried to pull her hand away, but couldnât,
so she let him hold it
His stomach must have been really uncomfortable, as he frowned and showed a painful expression she had never seen before in his sleep.
But she had to admit, even being sick, this man was still handsome, with a kind of morbid beauty that made people want to get close
Cornelia was frightened by this terrible thought in her heart, quickly looked away and stopped looking at him. But with her hand held by him, she couldnât ignore his presence.
His hands were also goodâlooking, slender, with distinct joints, much betterâlooking than those of hand models.
She didnât know how long it had been, but the night was approaching and the light from outside illuminated the room. Her wrist had gone numb from his grip, and she was almost leaning against the sofa, falling asleep when she heard Marcusâs deep and pleasant voice, âCornelia?â
Halfâasleep Cornelia suddenly raised her head, and saw his usually pretty and charming eyes full of doubt.
Cornelia quickly explained, âPresident Hartley, youâve been holding my hand and I couldnât pull away, so I had to sit here with you.â
So thatâs what happened!