Chapter 569
Comelia seemed to feel that wasnât enough to tick him off, so she slowly added, âIf you kick the bucket, your wife is still so young, and sheâd definitely shack up with another guy Then, she and the other guy would be spending your dough, living in your mansion, sleeping in your bed â
Before Cornelia could finish, she saw Marcus fuming He whipped out his phone and dialed Dr. Lester, âGet everything ready, Iâm coming down
Cornelia was dreaming of his demise, so she could take his money and marry another man, live in his house, sleep in his bed. Dream on, he was going to stay hate and hearty, outlive her even
Cornelia was speechless
She thought Marcus was different from other men, that simple provocations wouldnât work on him.
Well, looked like this trick worked on all men.
While Cornelia was still basking in the success of her strategy, Marcusâs pleasant voice once again reached her ears, âWhat do you want to do this afternoon?â
Comeliaâs main task today was to cook dinner for him. A meal for one, didnât take much time. If he didnât bother her, sheâd have some personal time, âIf President Hartley doesnât have any other tasks, Iâd like to read in your study if thatâs okay with you?â
âLetâs go.â He didnât say whether he agreed, just lead the way. Cornelia had no choice but to follow him quickly with the fruit plate in her hand.
The drip took a long time. Theoretically, it was most comfortable lying in bed, but Marcus chose to have it in the study.
As long as he was willing to get treatment and rest, it was all good for Dr. Lester. No matter where the drip was.
After hanging the drip for Marcus, Dr. Lester gave Cornelia a look before leaving, âCome out with me, I need a favor.â
Cornelia followed him out, even thoughtfully closed the door for Marcus, âDr. Lester, whatâs up?â
Dr. Lester whispered, âCan you tell me, how did you persuade Marc to get the shot?â
He knew Cornelia could persuade Marcus, but he didnât expect it so soon. She went up to the third floor and only a few minutes later, he got a call from Marcus. So he was very curious
He also wanted to learn from Cornelia, so he could persuade Marcus himself if she wasnât around one day
Influenced by Dr. Lester, Cornelia also lowered her voice, âI told him, if he doesnât take care of his health and dies from illness. Then his wife might marry another man with his money. And she and the other man would be spending his money, living in his big house, sleeping in his bed.â
Dr. Lester was sweating. âUh, stop, I got the point.â
Only Cornelia could use this method. If he dared to say it, Marcus would probably kick him into the Riverton River to feed the fish.
Cornelia said, âAlright, you go ahead. Iâll keep an eye on Marcus, make sure he finishes his drip and eats properlyâ
Dr. Lester replied, âYouâre doing great.â
Cornelia returned to the study to find Marcus sitting on the couch, an IV in one hand, a book in the other, engrossed
The sunlight from outside streamed through the large floorâtoâceiling windows, casting a golden glow on him, making him look like a painting. It was hard to take her eyes
off.
Cornelia always knew Marcus had a handsome face and a great body. Even casually, he could still take her breath away.
That face, totally model material.
Although Marcus seemed to be reading, his attention was always on Cornelia. From the corner of his eye, he saw Cornelia leave with Dr. Lester and return alone Naturally, he knew she was watching him.
But he didnât know what she was trying to see in him?