When she grew up, her grandma told her, "Each of us is our own person, with the right to choose our own life. A woman shouldn't be bound by marriage and kids, they have the right to choose the lifestyle they like. Your mom just made a choice between two lifestyles."
So, Cornelia never blamed her mom. She thought, if one day she bumped into her mom in a crowd, as long as she was willing, she'd happily call her mom.
Marcus arrived, seeing Cornelia's slightly reddened eyes in the moonlight. He said with a heavy heart, "Cornelia, I'm sorry. I was out of line earlier. But believe me, I didn't mean to belittle you."
He had been holding back for so long, why couldn't he control himself now? At that moment, the only thought in his mind was to hold her hand.
Cornelia turned to look at him, standing under the light, casting a mysterious beauty on him.
"It's not about you, I'm just thinking about my parents." Cornelia rubbed her eyes, pointed at the moon, "President Hartley, do you see. Are there two people waving at me from the moon? The guy must be my dad, and the girl, my mom."
"You have a good father." Marcus didn't want to talk about parents. He didn't want those two to ruin his mood tonight, "Get up and walk with me, helps with digestion. Sitting there isn't good for you."
Cornelia shook her head, politely refusing, "I'm full, I don't want to move."
He walked towards her, giving off an impression that if she didn't get up, he'd lift her up.
Cornelia quickly got up, "I've thought about it, you're right. Walking a bit after dinner does help digestion."
Marcus stopped, squinted his eyes, and suddenly reached out.
Cornelia stepped back in fear, "President Hartley."
Under her gaze. Marcus bent down, picked up the hairpin she dropped, and casually put it in his pocket.
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