Chapter 181
Cornelia cut her off, âDr. Dawson, quit talking nonsenseâ
Dr Dawson choked up.
Did she mess up again?
She really wanted to tell Cornelia straight that sheâs Marcusâs wife, that he was doing all this for her. She should treasure him and not let his sincerity go to waste, and stop trying to push
him onto others.
Forget it. Let them handle their affairs by themselves. Sheâd better deal with important things first, âCornelia, I heard you have cold hands and feet in winter Do you want me to check it
out?â
Cornelia asked in confusion, âHow did you know that?â
Of course, it was Marcus who told her, even asked her to rush here overnight, tomorrow wouldnât do. Dr. Dawson couldnât tell the truth, so she made up an excuse. Yesterday, when I was taking care of Skyler Blue, I noticed her hands and feet were extremely cold, so I thought of you. Girls nowadays donât pay attention to maintenance, and many of them have these problems. Thanks, Dr Dawson, but itâs not necessaryâ
Dr. Dawson was Marcusâs personal doctor, and Cornelia didnât want to trouble her with her trivial problems.
if she wants to check, just do it. Itâs not like itâs gonna cost you. Marcusâs deep, appealing voice suddenly rang out.
Cornelia turned her head, locked eyes with him, and saw the tenderness in his eyes.
As if bewitched, she found herself unable to look away, that fluttery feeling was back
She wanted to decline, to leave this place that was messing with her head right away, yet under Marcusâs powerful aura, she involuntarily said, âAlright, check then.â
Dr. Dawson held Corneliaâs hand, seemingly arbitrarily pressing a few points. Cornelia felt like something was piercing through her head, the pain making her hiss.
Just she was so weak from the pain, a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
âIm not in pain!â Cornelia, flustered, shook off his arm and threw herself into Dr. Dawsonâs arms. âDr. Dawson, letâs go upstairsâ
Cornelia had no idea that going upstairs wasnât up to Dr. Dawson
Dr. Dawson looked at Marcus, who didnât say anything, which meant no.
Mrs Hartley has the same problem. Marc wants to learn my massage techniqueâ
Dr. Dawson felt she was really something, coming up with such a perfect excuse under such high pressure
Cornelia remained silent.
So this was the real reason they insisted on treating her cold hands and feet.
Tonight, she had to be both the taste tester and his massage model.
Cornelia could actually handle this, after all, if she wanted to earn a millionâdollar salary, she naturally had to put in more effort than the average worker.
She had to give up her personal time, be ready to answer to her boss at all times, and occasionally help her bossâs wife solve problems
After the massage, Cornelia returned upstairs to continue packing the luggage she hadnât finished before. Then, she went downstairs to catch a cab home.
On the ride, she sent a message to Marcus, âPresident Hartley, Iâm heading home first. Please take care of Skyler Blueâs issue. Sorry for the trouble.â