NovelAppChapter 407
Cornelia was at a loss for words.
Marcus went on, “At least, I haven’t encountered such a thing up to now.”
Cornelia could understand. After all, he was born into a wealthy family, with more dough than he could
ever spend. He was able to do whatever he fancied. It’d be hard for anything to rain on his parade.
The matter with Skyler was temporarily put to bed. In the following days, Cornelia threw herself into
work. She was swamped, barely even having time to catch some sleep, let alone chat with Jeremy.
In a blink of an eye, a month had passed and spring was around the corner. All their work in Paris was
done and dusted, and the team was gearing up to head back to Riverton.
Cornelia was on the ball for booking the return flights and opted for a red–eye. The non–stop flight from
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtParis to Riverton was a twelve–hour haul. Landing around 6 in the evening local time, she could grab a
bite with the long–unseen Zack and Abigail.
Before the plane took off, Cornelia shot Jeremy a message: [Jeremy, I’m heading back tonight. You in
Riverton now?]
The message sent, and Cornelia checked the clock. It was a little past eleven at night in Paris, which
made it early morning back home. Jeremy should’ve been out cold, likely wouldn’t reply.
But the next second, the man who should’ve been in dreamland got back to her: [Safe travels!]
Cornelia asked: [Are you still up, or did you wake up already?]
Jeremy replied: [I’m still up.]
Cornelia said: [Are you burning the midnight oil because of work? Or is there another reason you’re
up? Whatever the reason, you shouldn’t pull an all–nighter. It’s no good for you.]
She keyed in a mouthful, oblivious to Marcus who was right next to her, simply because she was too
engrossed in her chat with Jeremy. When she hit send, Marcus couldn’t help but chuckle. On the
screen, Jeremy replied: [It’s not bedtime for me yet.]
Even though she wasn’t face–to–face with Jeremy, Cornelia was so embarrassed that she could feel
her face heat up. Jeremy had told her he sometimes had to travel overseas for work, which would
result in a time difference. She hadn’t asked him where he was, but blabbered away. He must think she
was a nag.
Cornelia rubbed her face, then asked: [So when are you getting back to Riverton?]
“I’m heading back to Riverton with you.” Marcus wanted to say, but he held his tongue.
When he’d return to Riverton depended on when he’d pluck up the courage to come clean about his
identity. But when he’d come clean also depended on when she’d warm up to his identity as Marcus.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSo he couldn’t give her a definite answer, only replying: [I’ve been up to my ears in work recently, so I
probably won’t be back anytime soon.]
Cornelia said: [Oh]
Marcus heard her disappointed “Oh” and saw bright eyes dim significantly first. Only after a few
seconds did he see her message. She said: [I just want to see you as soon as possible. We’re legally
married, but it feels like we’re dating online. The two times we met, you were sober, but I couldn’t
recognize you. I didn’t even get a good look at your face. In fact, I’ve only seen you once on our
wedding day. It’s been so long that I can’t remember how you look.]
Marcus knew she didn’t remember his face, just like how he couldn’t recognize her as his wife initially.
He replied: [Do you have any impression of what I look like?]
Cornelia answered: [I remember you being tall and handsome. How about sending me a picture?]
Marcus’s fingers froze for a moment. He thought for a bit before coming up with an excuse: [I don’t look
good in photos, so I don’t have many pictures.”
Cornelia said: [It’s alright. Just snap a random selfie. You can use a beauty filter if you want.]
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