Chapter 584
When she grew up, her grandma told her, âEach of us is our own person, with the right to choose our own life. A woman shouldnât be bound by marriage and kids, they have the right to choose the lifestyle they like. Your mom just made a choice between two lifestylesâ
So, Cornelia never blamed her mom. She thought, if one day she bumped into her mom in a crowd, as long as she was willing, sheâd happily call her morn
Marcus arved, seeing Corneliaâs slightly reddened eyes in the moonlight. He said with a heavy heart, âCornelia, Iâm sorry I was out of line earlier. But believe me, I didnât mean to belittle youâ
He had been holding back for so long, why couldnât he control himself now? At that moment, the only thought in his mind was to hold her hand.
Cornelia turned to look at him, standing under the light, casting a mysterious beauty on him.
âItâs not about you, Iâm just thinking about my parents Cornelia rubbed her eyes, pointed at the moon, âPresident Hartley, do you see. Are there two people waving at me from the moon? The guy must be my dad, and the girl, my momâ
âYou have a good father Marcus didnât want to talk about parents. He didnât want those two to ruin his mood tonight, âGet up and walk with me, helps with digestion. Sitting there isnât good for youâ
Cornelia shook her head, politely refusing. âIâm full, I donât want to move.â
He walked towards her, giving off an impression that if she didnât get up, heâd lift her up.
Comelia quickly got up. âIve thought about it, youâre right. Walking a bit after dinner does help digestion.â
Marcus stopped, squinted his eyes, and suddenly reached out.
Cornelia stepped back in fear, âPresident Hartley
Under her gaze. Marcus bent down, picked up the hairpin she dropped, and casually put it in his pocket.
Cornelia said, âPresident Hartley, that hairpin is mineâ
âYours?â Marcus took out the hairpin, held it up to the light and examined it, âDo you have any evidence to prove this is your hairpin?
Cornelia was speechless
What was he doing? Was he trying to steal her hairpin?
Cornelia thought for a moment, found a way to prove the hairpin was hers, âI havenât washed my hair for two days. This hairpin must have my smell.â
Before she could finish, Marcus lifted the hairpin to his nose and sniffed, âThe smell on it is sweet, so it canât be yours.â
Corneliaâs eyes widened, she couldnât believe Marcus would do such a thing. Who in their right mind collected someone elseâs hair accessories?
Cornelia watched helplessly as he stuffed her hairpin into his pocket, âWalk with me.â
Cornelia didnât say a word. She didnât want to walk with him, not at all
But as a competent assistant, as long as the bossâs request was reasonable, she had no reason to refuse.
Marcus deliberately slowed down, trying to make sure Cornelia could keep up. They walked side by side, rather than him leading and her following.
The Celestial Chateau was a mansion, with a garden that was hundreds of square feet, enough for them to stroll for an hour or two.
Patricia hid in a secret spot, took out her phone, and sneakily snapped a photo of their backs.