Chapter 837: Chapter 837

Chapter 837

Marcus could give two hoots about what other people thought. He was already at the top, the big dog calling all the shots.

As for Comelia, she was just the president’s assistant at the Hartley Group. Some people respected her because she had Marcus backing her up. Some despised her and even wanted her out for the same reason in a nutshell, if she was not yet the queen bee, she had to care about what people said. She knew this all too well

As Marcus was thinking about how to comfort her, Cornelia shifted a bit on his back, finding a comfier position, and suddenly asked, “Marcus, why don’t you want to have

kids with me?

How much had she drunk? She was really going for broke tonight, saying whatever came to mind

Marcus replied “I didn’t say I don’t want to have kids with you!

Cornelia leaned in close to his ear, accusing him. “You’re a liar! Last time I asked you to have a baby with me, you flat–out said you didn’t want to

Marcus lifted her up. “I believe having a child should be based on a couple’s mutual affection, not for the sake of fulfilling someone’s wish. It’s about respect for each other and being prepared for a new life. Plus, making a baby is easy, but raising one ain’t no walk in the park. Once a kid’s in the picture, you’re in it for the long haul, no messing

about.”

After Marcus finished explaining a sloshed Cornella suddenly said. “But you didn’t think that way, you said marriage was all about having kids”

Marcus was speechless. He had indeed said that, and she remembered it crystal clear. He began to wonder if she was just pretending to be drunk.

Before he could reply, Cornelia continued, “I just heard Hannah say she wants a baby, but Steven said she’s not fit to bear his child. How could he say that about his own wife? Marcus, Steven’s your buddy, do you think the same way? If you think I’m not fit to bear your child, just give it to me straight, and I’ll walk away…”

“Cornelia, if you dare to even think about not spending your life with me, I’ll really lose my temper!” Marcus cut her off, his voice deep and serious.

His seriousness made Cornelia feel hurt, “Why are you mad at me? You can’t be mad at me! If you get mad at me again, I’ll give you the cold shoulder.”

Marcus replied, “If you stop talking nonsense, I won’t get mad

Cornelia said, “Then let’s make a baby tonight.”

Marcus was speechless.

After the argument, Marcus carried her home. He gently placed her on the living room couch and covered her with a light blanket, “Rest up, close your eyes, I’ll go make some hangover soup.”

Just as Marcus was about to leave, Cornelia suddenly grabbed his neck and pulled him over, her lips pressing onto his. Under the influence of alcohol, she kissed him unashamedly, boldly, and wantonly

Marcus didn’t want to take advantage of her while she was drunk; he tried to push her away, but she clung to him like an octopus.

When she had her fill of kissing, Cornelia let him go. “Marcus, can’t you have a baby with me? Let’s give it a shot, maybe you can.”

“Cornelia, what are you talking about?” Marcus voice came out hoarse.

Cornelia, oblivious to the problems her words and actions could cause, reached out to touch his face again, ‘Let’s try, okay? If you can’t, I won’t laugh at you.”

Marcus had no idea what she was talking about, and he didn’t want to argue with a drunk woman, so he put her back on the couch again, “Lie down and don’t move, I’m going to make some hangover soup.”