NovelEnglishChapter 584
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 morn
Marcus arved, 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCornelia 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.
Comelia quickly got up. “Ive 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.
Cornelia said, “President Hartley, that hairpin is mine”
“Yours?” Marcus took out the hairpin, held it up to the light and examined it, “Do you have any evidence
to prove this is your hairpin?
Cornelia was speechless
What was he doing? Was he trying to steal her hairpin?
Cornelia thought for a moment, found a way to prove the hairpin was hers, “I haven’t washed my hair
for two days. This hairpin must have my smell.”
Before she could finish, Marcus lifted the hairpin to his nose and sniffed, “The smell on it is sweet, so it
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcan’t be yours.”
Cornelia’s eyes widened, she couldn’t believe Marcus would do such a thing. Who in their right mind
collected someone else’s hair accessories?
Cornelia watched helplessly as he stuffed her hairpin into his pocket, “Walk with me.”
Cornelia didn’t say a word. She didn’t want to walk with him, not at all
But as a competent assistant, as long as the boss’s request was reasonable, she had no reason to
refuse.
Marcus deliberately slowed down, trying to make sure Cornelia could keep up. They walked side by
side, rather than him leading and her following.
The Celestial Chateau was a mansion, with a garden that was hundreds of square feet, enough for
them to stroll for an hour or two.
Patricia hid in a secret spot, took out her phone, and sneakily snapped a photo of their backs.
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