Marcus furrowed his brow, his gaze falling on her soft hand clutching the hem of his shirt, his heart instantly softened, "Do you enjoy being called Mrs. Hartley?"
Cornelia answered, "I'd rather be called Mrs. Artis!"
Technically speaking, the name of her spouse on her marriage certificate was Jeremy, not Marcus. She should rightfully be called Mrs. Artis.
Marcus was speechless. This girl always had a way of stabbing his heart with a single sentence.
They walked down the long hallway, getting closer and closer to room 8888.
The door to room 8888 was wide open, and Cornelia could hear the conversation inside before she saw anyone.
Hannah said, "President Hartley's love for his wife is legendary. But as his friends, we've yet to meet her."
Rosie chimed in, "I was kinda hoping he and Cornelia were an item before. Marcus is handsome and Cornelia is beautiful. They look like a perfect match, but they're not together."
Hannah said, "Stop that. They should be arriving soon. If Mrs. Hartley hears this, Cornelia's in for a rough ride."
Rosie said, "It's just wishful thinking on my part, I sincerely wish President Hartley and his wife a lifetime of happiness."
Lucas took over, "Honey, do you really think Marc and his assistant look like a couple?"
Rosie said, "I can't talk about this anymore. If anyone hears, Cornelia might lose her job. Cornelia's such a darling, I'd feel guilty for a lifetime if I caused her to lose her job."
Lucas said, "Marc isn't here yet. The waiter would let us know when he arrives. Feel free to speak your mind."
Rosie asked, "You really want to know? When did you start taking such an interest in others' affairs?"
Lucas said, "I'm not interested in others' affairs, I'm only interested in Marc's."
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