Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband novel Chapter 31

After dinner, Cornelia had a great sleep.

Her alarm clock couldn't wake her up at six o'clock. When she woke up, it was already 9:30 in the morning.

There was light rain last night, and now the sun was shining brightly outside the window.

Cornelia looked out from the floor-to-ceiling window and saw the green lake and golden snow-capped mountains. She suddenly felt very happy.

Before coming to the plateau area, Cornelia had read many posts online saying that coming here could cleanse the soul.

She didn't believe it in the past, but now she had to admit it after experiencing it herself.

City folks are busy with work, studying, and watching short videos on their phones. Occasionally coming to such a place to relax is indeed nice.

As Cornelia was daydreaming, the doorbell rang, startling her.

She was worried it was Helena, but after confirming it was Dr. Dawson, she opened the door.

Dr. Dawson brought a hearty breakfast and a nutritious soup.

Dr. Dawson said with a smile, "Cornelia, I made this soup especially for you. Drink it before having breakfast. After you finish, I'll help you change your dressing. Marc said you should focus on healing first, so you don't have to follow him around before you're better."

"Okay," Cornelia agreed. She needed to heal properly to work better.

After about a month of rest, Cornelia's arm wound slowly grew new flesh, which was so itchy that she couldn't sleep at night.

Unable to sleep, she decided to go for a walk. When she opened the door, she smelled a faint minty cigarette smell.

This was Marcus's exclusive cigarette flavor, not as strong as ordinary cigarettes, and it wouldn't cause discomfort.

Cornelia looked up and, sure enough, it was Marcus, whom she hadn't seen in a month.

He retained his customary attire, donning a white shirt and black trousers, with a black coat layered atop, enhancing his already upright appearance.

"President Hartley," Cornelia called out to him, and he slowly turned his head to look at her.

The white light shone on his face. He looked more tired than a month ago, but it didn't affect his handsome appearance.

He frowned slightly, seemingly troubled.

Cornelia politely greeted him, "President Hartley, good evening!"

Marcus extinguished the cigarette in his hand and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

Cornelia answered sincerely, "The new flesh on my wound is itchy, and I can't sleep. I'm planning to go downstairs for a walk."

"Okay." Marcus responded and turned his head away, ignoring her.

He seemed to be in a bad mood, and she didn't know why.

Cornelia didn't dare to ask more and silently walked towards the elevator.

"Assistant..." Marcus called her again, and Cornelia had to stop, "President Hartley, do you need anything?"

He said, "Accompany me to check on the work."

"Okay." After a month of rest, Cornelia was finally able to work and was very excited. "President Hartley, please wait, I'll change my clothes."

She was wearing a long down jacket over her pajamas, which was fine for a walk but not suitable for work.

"No need." After saying this, Marcus walked towards the elevator first, and Cornelia followed closely.

The hotel was the same one Cornelia had stayed at before, but many changes had taken place in the past month. The previously incomplete facilities were now all in place.