Chapter 857
Marcus reached out, gently holding her delicate hand in his, âCornelia, after you left, I gave it some real thought. I was out of line trying to make you stay and having your stuff moved without your say so. I wonât pull a stunt like that again. Trust me!â
Cornelia lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his genuine gaze from behind his silver glasses. She wanted to believe him, believe he wouldnât deliberately hurt her. But, everyone had their moments of recklessness, losing their cool in the heat of the moment, not realizing what they were doing. Like Marcus this morning, if he really wanted to hurt her, she would have been cornered. He was just caught up in the moment, only coming back to his senses when he saw her tears.
She didnât say anything, which made Marcus a little flustered, âCorneliaâ¦â
Corneliaâs heart just melted, âHave you had dinner yet?â
Marcus shook his head, âNo.â
Cornelia said, âYou know your stomach canât handle ski p ping meals.â
Marcus replied, âIâm not hungry.â
Cornelia said, âCome with me.â
She held his hand and led him into the residential area, arriving at the house they were renting.
Seeing them approach, Zack and Abigail quickly retreated inside, leaving the public area to them.
The living room had no air conditioning, and it was sweltering. Cornelia led Marcus straight into her room and turned on the AC, âRest here for a bit.â
She was about to leave when Marcus quickly caught her, âWhere are you going?â
Comelia said, âYou didnât have dinner, right? Iâm going to cook for you.â
Marcus said, âIâll come with you.â
Cornelia said, âThe kitchenâs too small for both of us.â
Todayâs weather was exceptionally hot and humid, and outside felt like an oven. He was sweating profusely, and she was already worried that he might suffer from heatstroke. Despite this, he still wanted to accompany her to the kitchen, which was even hotter. She was concerned about what to do if he got heatstroke.
Marcus didnât respond.
Cornelia left the room, returning shortly with a bottle of medicine for heatstroke, âDrink this.â
Marcus usually wouldnât touch this stuff with a ten-foot pole, but since it was from Cornelia, he obediently took it and drank it.
After finishing, Cornelia took the empty bottle and left the room again.
Entering the kitchen, she checked the fridge. There werenât many ingredients left, but she could still whip something up. She defrosted a small chunk of beef and made a plate of beef spaghetti, then brought it to the room, âThereâs not much left in the fridge, so spaghetti it is.â
âOkay.â Marcus took the plate and started to wolf it down.
He never had such an appetite before, even when eating the worldâs finest dishes. Yet, somehow, this simple plate of spaghetti tasted like the most exquisite delicacy to him. After finishing, he showed Cornelia his empty plate, âLook, I cleaned my plate, there is nothing left.â
He was acting like a child trying to please her.
Cornelia took Marcusâ plate, gently touched his forehead, and felt his temperature had gone down, heatstroke seemed unlikely now, âGo home.â
Marcus, âYou still havenât forgiven me?â
Cornelia, âI mean letâs go home together.â
Marcus instantly held onto her hand tightly, âIf you donât want to go home, thatâs fine. I can stay here.â
If she was willing to compromise for him, he was willing to do the same for her.
Cornelia once had the same thought but was worried he wouldnât get used to it, âWeâre sharing this apartment, and we all use the same bathroom. Plus, the apartment is kind of old. The windows donât do much for soundproofing. There are a lot of residents in this residential area, it can get noisy at night. Youâre a light sleeper, so you might have trouble sleepingâ
Marcus, âIâll manage.â
Given that they were all sharing the apartment and Abigail was a girl, Cornelia felt it wasnât appropriate for Marcus to stay. âLetâs pot. We donât have any spare clothes for you here.â
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