He originally thought she had discovered something, so she took the initiative to go upstairs to accompany him, but he didn't expect that he was thinking too much.
Cornelia moved slightly, reminding him that he was still holding her wrist, "President Hartley, you should let go of me first."
Marcus let go of her hand with a hint of disappointment, "Sorry! I..."
"I know, you must have thought I was your wife when you grabbed my hand." She could see the vulnerability in his eyes, probably because of the troubles between him and his wife.
Cornelia thought for a moment and decided to say something, "President Hartley, if you care so much about your wife, just talk to her. Don't keep everything to yourself."
"Can it really be resolved just by talking?" Marcus had thought about having a heart-to-heart chat, but he didn't dare to take that risk.
Cornelia said, "You have to try everything. If you don't try, how will you know if it will work?"
"True, you make a lot of sense." He smiled, "When we get back to Riverton, you can pick a restaurant you like, and I'll invite her to have a good talk."
"Alright. I'll prepare when I get back." Cornelia genuinely hoped that he and his wife could make up soon, so her job would be easier.
She remembered the porridge still cooking in the pot, "President Hartley, I've got porridge simmering in the pot. I'll go get you some, and then you should rest early."
Marcus, "Thank you!"
"You don't have to thank me." Cornelia lowered her head, feeling a bit down, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have eaten such greasy food last night, and your stomach wouldn't be upset. President Hartley, I'm sorry!"
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