If he hadn't chosen to go to the States early on, if he had valued her enough back then, their relationship might not be what it is now. He should've been by her side, within easy reach, but he didn't even have the right to embrace her.
"Bro, Bro." Briana's call pulled Marcus back from his memories. "The midnight bell is about to ring, and you haven't given out your gifts yet."
She waved the gift in her hand excitedly. "Bro, even Dr. Dawson has given us gifts. As the helmsman of the Hartley Group, you should give us presents too."
Marcus hadn't prepared anything. In the past, he'd either be working or spending the holiday with his grandma, who would prepare the gifts.
He glanced at everyone, his gaze finally falling on Cornelia. She, too, had received a gift from Dr. Dawson and seemed quite pleased.
If a gift could make Cornelia so happy, why wouldn't he give her a gift card to make her even happier?
"I didn't prepare anything."
"I knew you wouldn't have." Briana said, pulling out several gift cards from her bag. "I've prepared the gift cards for you."
"Hold on a sec." Marcus got up and walked upstairs with a graceful stride. When he came back down, he had noticeably more gift cards in his hands than before.
"Thank you, President Hartley!" Cornelia said, a smile spreading across her face as she accepted the gift card. "I hope your wishes come true too! Wishing you and your wife a lifetime of love and unity!"
Marcus gently responded, "We will."
Cornelia couldn't take her eyes off the gift card. With the gifts distributed, everyone went back to eating and watching the show.
It wasn't so much that the show was particularly captivating; it's just that this show had been going on for decades and had become a kind of emotional bond. Even if they didn't watch, they'd have the TV on while they all ate together, making the atmosphere feel all the more festive.
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Beautiful novel. Can we have a continuation of Zavier and Skyler's story? Them getting back together? Short story.......