Cornelia seemed to feel that wasn't enough to tick him off, so she slowly added, "If you kick the bucket, your wife is still so young, and she'd definitely shack up with another guy. Then, she and the other guy would be spending your dough, living in your mansion, sleeping in your bed."
Before Cornelia could finish, she saw Marcus fuming. He whipped out his phone and dialed Dr. Lester, "Get everything ready, I'm coming down."
Cornelia was dreaming of his demise, so she could take his money and marry another man, live in his house, sleep in his bed. Dream on, he was going to stay hale and hearty, outlive her even.
Cornelia was speechless.
She thought Marcus was different from other men, that simple provocations wouldn't work on him.
Well, looked like this trick worked on all men.
While Cornelia was still basking in the success of her strategy, Marcus's pleasant voice once again reached her ears, "What do you want to do this afternoon?"
Cornelia's main task today was to cook dinner for him. A meal for one, didn't take much time. If he didn't bother her, she'd have some personal time, "If President Hartley doesn't have any other tasks, I'd like to read in your study. If that's okay with you?"
"Let's go." He didn't say whether he agreed, just lead the way. Cornelia had no choice but to follow him quickly with the fruit plate in her hand.
...
The drip took a long time. Theoretically, it was most comfortable lying in bed, but Marcus chose to have it in the study.
As long as he was willing to get treatment and rest, it was all good for Dr. Lester. No matter where the drip was.
After hanging the drip for Marcus, Dr. Lester gave Cornelia a look before leaving, "Come out with me, I need a favor."
Cornelia followed him out, even thoughtfully closed the door for Marcus, "Dr. Lester, what's up?"
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