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Chapter 179
Thanks for doing me a solid today. If you think the food is alright, my wife should dig it too” Marcus said
sincerely, with Cornelia not sensing any ulterior motives from him
Thankfully, she didn’t stuff herself at dinner, so she had room to sample his cooking
Once they were seated, Cornelia expected Marcus to eat first, but he nudged the salad bowl towards
her, “Give this a try”
Since she was his taste tester, Cornelia didn’t hold back
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe picked up her fork. Being allergic to shrimp, she left it on the side of the plate and only ate the
veggies
“You dont like shrimp?”
“No, it’s not that,” Cornelia explained, Tve been allergic to it since childhood”
Marcus immediately pulled the salad back to his side, not letting her eat any more, “Are there any other
foods you’re allergic to?”
Cornelia shook her head, “No”
Without asking any more questions, Marcus made a mental note of this
He pushed some pasta towards her, “Try this.”
“Sure” The tender rib–eye steak with the richly flavored tomato pasta was delectable.
Watching her enjoy her meal, Marcus raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes twinkling behind his silver–
rimmed glasses, “If you fancy it, just let me know next time, and I’ll cook it for you.”
Cornelia was so engrossed in her food that she didn’t quite catch what he said and nodded
subconsciously.
It seemed like his wife was subconsciously willing to get closer to him.
This thought cheered Marcus up quite a bit.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBefore long, all the pasta had found its way into Cornelia’s stomach.
Marcus looked up at her, noticing a bit of sauce on the corner of her mouth, and naturally reached out
to wipe it off.
The move seemed suggestive, and Cornelia almost jumped off her chair in surprise.
Marcus casually extended his finger, “Sorry! I’m a bit OCD. I saw some sauce on your lip and couldn’t
resist wiping it off.”
Cornelia was speechless.
What’s gotten into her recently?
Why is she always love to think about things?
He’s a married man and he’s made it clear that he harbors no feelings towards her. Why’s she still
overthinking it?
If she keeps this up, it’s bound to affect her work.