Cornelia instinctively tried to dodge, but found herself cornered against a wall with nowhere to go. Helplessly, she watched as Marcus once again dabbed ointment on her lips.
His movements were careful and concentrated, as if not to miss any tiny wounds on her lips. Despite his gentleness, Cornelia's heart pounded. She thought if she didn't look at him, she might not be so flustered. So, she closed her eyes. But with her eyes closed, her senses became sharper.
She opened her eyes again, meeting his deep gaze.
"All done." His voice was a bit hoarse, and Cornelia thought she heard him swallow.
Work was about to start, and Cornelia tried to ignore the turmoil he brought her, forcing herself into work mode. "President Hartley, we have an important schedule today. We must leave right now or we might be late." Cornelia said.
Marcus said, "Hmm."
Cornelia said, "I'll drive, you can rest a bit more in the car."
Marcus chuckled, "Alright."
...
As they left and got into the hotel's sightseeing car, Cornelia checked her phone. There was no payment notification from Clair. She had given Clair until six last night to transfer the money. But now it was past seven in the morning, well past the deadline.
Clearly, Clair hadn't taken her warning seriously and had no intention of paying her back.
This was a mess Clair had made herself. If Cornelia didn't teach her a lesson, she might think Cornelia couldn't do anything to her.
Just as Cornelia was thinking about Clair, she called. It was as if they were telepathically connected.
They'd had a falling out, and Clair didn't even bother to sound polite, "How about we make a deal?"
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