Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband novel Chapter 666

A man's deep laughter echoed from behind, "Get ready, we're having breakfast together. I made it myself."

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Breakfast was simple, whole wheat bread served with eggs, milk and veggie salad. Because he made it, Cornelia felt a satisfaction like never before, "It's delicious. I love it!"

"If you like it, I'll make it for you every day." Marcus handed her a cup of milk.

Cornelia took a sip of the milk, and because she drank it too quickly, a ring of milk was left around her lips.

He reached out his hand, gently wiped the milk off her lips with his finger, and then put his finger to his own lips.

Cornelia was speechless.

Wasn't he a germaphobe? They hadn't gotten that close yet, had they?

And this kind of scene, it was easy to let the imagination run wild!

Cornelia stopped looking at him, and picked up the whole wheat bread to eat. But as soon as she bit down, she felt a pain in her lips.

Seeing her expression, Marcus frowned in concern. He eached out his hand again, gently touching her lips, "Does it hurt?"

"Um, I think it might be inflamed." Just now in the bathroom, Cornelia noticed that her lips were a bit swollen. She thought it was because the room was too warm, and never suspected it was his doing.

"I'm sorry!" Marcus apologized to her, then took out a tube of ointment from his bag.

The tube was transparent, and the ointment inside was green, looking refreshing.

He squeezed the ointment onto his finger and gently spread it, "Let me put this on for you."

With that, Marcus reached out his hand, ready to apply the ointment to Cornelia.

This move was obviously too intimate. Cornelia was a bit embarrassed, and she looked away, "I need to eat. If you put it on now, I might eat it."

Marcus stopped her, "Someone will clean up the table, you go change. There are clean work clothes in the changing room."

"Okay." Cornelia turned and ran into the changing room.

Cornelia thought the ointment incident was over, but just as she was about to leave the changing room after changing, Marcus was standing at the door.

He held the tube in his left hand and squeezed out some ointment with his right index finger, "Did you put on the ointment?"

Before Cornelia could answer, his finger had already gently touched her lips, carefully and attentively applying the ointment for her.

The ointment was cold, and his finger was even colder, causing Cornelia to shiver slightly. She lowered her head, watching his finger move on her lips, feeling an indescribable sense of feeling from deep within.

It was a slight sting.

And a numb feeling.