Cornelia was at a loss for words.
Marcus went on, "At least, I haven't encountered such a thing up to now."
Cornelia could understand. After all, he was born into a wealthy family, with more dough than he could ever spend. He was able to do whatever he fancied. It'd be hard for anything to rain on his parade.
The matter with Skyler was temporarily put to bed. In the following days, Cornelia threw herself into work. She was swamped, barely even having time to catch some sleep, let alone chat with Jeremy.
In a blink of an eye, a month had passed and spring was around the corner. All their work in Paris was done and dusted, and the team was gearing up to head back to Riverton.
Cornelia was on the ball for booking the return flights and opted for a red-eye. The non-stop flight from Paris to Riverton was a twelve-hour haul. Landing around 6 in the evening local time, she could grab a bite with the long-unseen Zack and Abigail.
Before the plane took off, Cornelia shot Jeremy a message: [Jeremy, I'm heading back tonight. You in Riverton now?]
The message sent, and Cornelia checked the clock. It was a little past eleven at night in Paris, which made it early morning back home. Jeremy should've been out cold, likely wouldn't reply.
But the next second, the man who should've been in dreamland got back to her: [Safe travels!]
Cornelia asked: [Are you still up, or did you wake up already?]
Jeremy replied: [I'm still up.]
Cornelia said: [Are you burning the midnight oil because of work? Or is there another reason you're up? Whatever the reason, you shouldn't pull an all-nighter. It's no good for you.]
She keyed in a mouthful, oblivious to Marcus who was right next to her, simply because she was too engrossed in her chat with Jeremy.
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