Marcus never took to flattery, but if it was coming from Cornelia, he didn't mind it one bit.
In fact, he kinda enjoyed hearing her butter him up.
As he watched her get all excited, sweet-talking him with that adorable look on her face, that strange, unsettling feeling that he didn't quite understand was once again quickly spreading through his heart.
It was intense, like it was trying to take over his mind and senses in a short span of time.
Was this what they call having a crush?
Marcus wasn't sure if this was what having a crush felt like, but he didn't oppose it. In fact, he was quite chuffed to realize that he had a thing for Cornelia.
Cornelia was his lawfully wedded wife; their relationship was legally protected. It was only natural for him to like his own wife.
Swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion. His slender fingers lightly tapping the glass, he said, "Let's eat, quit the sweet talk."
His voice was hoarse. Even Marcus himself didn't expect it.
"President Hartley, are you okay? Feeling unwell again?" Cornelia got worried hearing the roughness in his voice. She stood up and moved towards him, reaching out to touch his forehead.
Marcus caught her hand, holding it in his palm, playing with it like a fascinating toy.
Taken aback, Cornelia quickly withdrew her hand, "President Hartley, please mind your manners!"
Mind his manners!
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