Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 230

In the middle of the conversation, the waiter started serving the dishes. The first thing that came was the soup.

The weather was exceptionally cold today, so a bowl of soup was just appropriate.

The waiter handed the soup to Marcus, who passed it to Cornelia, who was sitting on his right. He said, “You go first.”

Comelia said, “Thanks.”

Leonardo piped up, “You only see the person on your right, but you don’t see me on your left.”

But no one responded to him.

Then the dishes were served one by one.

These were all dishes that Cornelia and the others loved. Marcus said he was trying to adapt, and Cornelia even ordered two lighter dishes for him.

Leonardo and Marcus were locals who normally preferred lighter food.

The first dish served was spicy, and so was the second. Looking at the table full of dishes, with only two of them being light in taste and the rest being greasy, Leonardo was at a loss for where to start.

He couldn’t help but complain, “Can we eat this?”

Before he could finish, Marcus glared at him, as if to say, “If I can eat it, what’s your excuse?”NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Under Marcus’s intimidating gaze, Leonardo didn’t dare to say anything more. But he didn’t want to be ignored either.

He asked the waiter to pour a glass of wine for everyone and said, “Let’s not just focus on eating. Let’s drink first.”

Cornelia declined, saying, “Sorry, I’m driving; I can’t drink.”

Leonardo nudged the wine glass towards Cornelia and said, “You don’t need to drive; Marcus has other drivers. If that’s not possible, we can call a designated driver. Come, let’s drink first.”

Marcus picked up the wine glass in front of Cornelia and dumped the wine into the trash can, saying in a low voice, “She said she doesn’t drink.”

Leonardo said, “The wine is opened; they’re not drinking; are we two going to drink alone?”

Cornelia suddenly remembered what Dr. Dawson had said: “President Hartley can’t drink either. His stomach isn’t good.”

Leonardo asked, “Marcus, since when is your stomach not good?”

Marcus ignored him. He turned to Cornelia and said, “Cornelia, how come I didn’t know about his stomach? Don’t try to fool me. We often drink together; I didn’t see any problem with his stomach.”

Cornelia said, “I don’t care about the past, but from now on, as long as I am his assistant, unless necessary, I absolutely won’t allow him. to touch a drop of alcohol.”

The tone was so bossy, as if she were his wife.

Leonardo didn’t think Cornelia had the final say. He looked at Marcus and said, “Marcus, not only do you let your wife boss you around, but also your assistant. Are you really okay with being henpecked?”

Marcus answered, “I’m fine with being bossed around by my wife. He handed the wine glass to the waiter and said, “Just get me a bottle of mineral water.”

Leonardo was speechless for a moment.

Marcus added, “Both Cornelia and my wife are doing it for my own good. Don’t ask me to drink anymore. I need to take care of my

stomach,”

He said he was taking care of his stomach, but he was still eating spicy food.

Only a fool would believe that!

Leonardo asked, “Marc, you never used to eat such heavy–tasting food. What made you change?”