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This time, Fredric could not help him either.
“Is it because… the recipe you gave him was problematic?”
Josiah slapped his own head. “Was she not insatiable?”
Fredric chuckled wryly. “Maybe it was too much and disrupted Z’s hormones!”
Josiah almost spat the alcohol he drank on the man’s face.
…
Marcus pulled the balcony door open to go inside, looking up to meet Cordelia’s slightly surprised eyes.
“What?” He looked unfazed.
“You were on the phone?”
“Mm, sn… inmate last time,” Marcus answered. “He asked to borrow some money now that he’s out. I
asked him not to contact me anymore.”
“Oh.” Cordelia nodded. “No wonder you shouted so loudly just now. The whole building nearly
collapsed! But you did the right thing. Don’t contact those people in the past if you can. After all, you’re
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmarried. We ought to live well from now on.”
It strung a chord in Marcus. Despite that, Cordelia’s eyes were still on the screen when she said that.
Once he remembered that Josiah’s photo was there, he was disgruntled.
Cordelia was on the screen for a long time. She rubbed her eyes and felt her stomach ache again. As
she looked around for painkillers, Marcus walked over and slammed her laptop shut.
She froze and stared wide-eyed at him. “What are you doing? I’m still reading!”
“What’s there to read?!” He pulled a long face.
“It’s… it’s a client. I need to get myself familiar with his habits and interests first, then—”
Before she finished, she saw Marcus taking her pillow and sheets into the bedroom and placing them
on the other side of the bed.
Cordelia’s heart skipped a beat as she felt her face heat up. She asked softly, “What are you doing?”
Marcus was still scowling when he uttered, “Sleep.”
Cordelia’s face was red. She timidly stood by the bedroom door and fiddled with her clothes.
“I… I can’t today.” Her voice was barely audible.
“Can’t what?” Marcus frowned.
Cordelia stomped her foot in embarrassment. “Can’t… that!”
Marcus only came to a realization when he saw how red she was. She misunderstood what he meant
by sleeping. With a stretch of his arm, he pulled her over and kept her in front of him.
As they lay on the bed, Marcus hugged Cordelia from the back. She tensed as she felt his hand move
down all the way to her lower abdomen…
She wanted to stop him, but his hand began to rub her stomach gently. His palm was warm, and he
was hugging her from the back. The heat he gave off soothed her stomachache.
Cordelia felt much better. She then heard his husky voice next to her ear. “I know you can’t. I’m not
doing anything!”
It pulled a sweet smile from Cordelia as the sweetness went all the way to her heart.
“Feeling better?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Mn.”
“Don’t take the painkillers next time,” he said softly. “I’ll warm you up with my hands. Much better than
the medicine.”
Cordelia nodded and snuggled toward Marcus. Her soft hair scratched his Adam’s apple, causing him
to gulp and feel a little parched. Her fragrant scent seemed to keep invading his nose too.
Marcus bit his lip harshly. Only the pain could keep him rational and clear-minded for the time being.
Cordelia had no idea of the sufferings Marcus was currently going through. She only felt warm and
relaxed since her tummy did not hurt anymore. She smiled. She had had no choice back when she
married Marcus. It was a gamble that betted on her happiness.
The fact that she had won the bet was unexpected. God had given her such a nice husband.
If she had not married in place of Yelena, this warmth would belong to the latter, and the one in Marcus’
arms right now would be her too…
Cordelia was suddenly sorrowful upon recalling these.
“Marcus.” She asked softly, “Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?” Marcus paused.
“If…” She turned around to look at him. “If you discovered that I’ve lied to you one day or done
something you can’t accept, would you forgive me?”
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