Chapter 952: Chapter 952

Chapter 952

Ben peeked into the room, “Cornelia, I’m here for President Hartley’s signature.”

Cornelia gestured him in, “Come on in”

Ben asked, “So, should I keep calling you by your name, or should I start calling you Mrs. President?”

Cornelia answered, “Don’t spill the beans about my status to the others at the company.”

Ben laughed, “No worries, I can keep a secret. I won’t spill the beans until you’re ready. But damn, Cornelia, you and President Hartley are really good at keeping secrets. I hang out with you guys every day and I had no clue you were the boss’s wife.”

Cornelia said, “If I told you I just found out I was Mrs. President not long ago, would you believe me?”

Ben shook his head, “I wouldn’t buy that.”

Ben slipped into his slippers, not noticing Marcus in the living room, “Is President Hartley in his study? Where is it? Can I go in?”

Cornelia said, “He is in the kitchen.”

Then, Ben saw Marcus coming out of the kitchen with a dish, placing it on the dining table, “Cornelia, you eat first. I’ll join you after I’ve signed the contract.”

Cornelia said, “I’ll wait for you. And I guess Ben hasn’t had dinner yet, let’s eat together later.”

Ben couldn’t believe his eyes. The boss was cooking! How in the world did Cornelia get the boss to do this?

Women were scary! Marriage was scary! It could turn his boss into this.

Ben was so glad he had been single all this time, never had a girlfriend, or he might end up like Marcus.

*President Hartley, here’s the contract for your signature” Ben handed over the contract, taking another look at Marcus, who, even in an apron, still carried himself with grace.

Marcus glanced over the contract and signed it, “Seen enough?”

Ben gave an embarrassed grin, “Yes.”

Marcus said, “Are you staying for dinner?”

Ben wouldn’t dare, “I need to take the contract back to the company and hand it over for the next steps.”

Marcus said, “Alright, you may go”

Ben left quickly.

-After Ben left, Marcus’s tone and gaze softened, “Let’s eat.”

Cornelia nodded, “Okay.”

Just as they sat down, Marcus’s phone rang.

He glanced at his phone and said, “It should be the DNA test results for grandma and Natalia.”

Cornelia anxiously said, “Answer it quickly, let’s see what the results are.

Marcus asked, “What do you hope the results are?”

Cornelia expressed, “I don’t want to set any boundaries for myself. I’m willing to accept whatever the results are.”

Only then did Marcus answer the call, turning on speakerphone. The person on the other end of the line said, “President Hartley, the DNA results for the two samples you sent over are ready”