"Alright." Cornelia took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to grill the meat.
But Marcus beat her to it and took over the grilling. He picked up the tongs and placed the sliced beef on the grill, one piece at a time. "You always take care of me, so today, you just sit back and enjoy."
Cornelia quickly said, "President Hartley, I can't let you do that."
"You're my wife, why not?" Marcus interrupted in time. Cornelia thought he was worried about her letting something slip, so she didn't think much of it.
Old Mr. Abner laughed, "You two have an interesting way of addressing each other. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was your subordinate."
Cornelia was speechless.
She was just Marcus's assistant, after all.
Marcus smiled, "Old Mr. Abner, she's shy, don't tease her."
"You are protecting your wife?" Old Mr. Abner picked up the wine jug and poured three glasses. "Let's have a toast to your everlasting happiness."
Marcus raised his glass, "Thank you for your blessings."
Cornelia had no choice but to follow suit.
After the toast, Marcus cut the grilled meat into small pieces and placed them on Cornelia's and Old Mr. Abner's plates.
Since Marcus said her only job today was to eat, Cornelia didn't hold back and started eating heartily.
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