Chapter 693


    Cornelia was quick to say, “Gran, I can walk by myself, I don’t need him to help.”


    Granny Luisa gently patted Cornelia’s head. “In Riverton, there’s a tradition. The first time a new bride


    officially enters the house, her husband has to carry her through the front door. It’s supposed to


    symbolize a smooth life thereafter.”


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    These old traditions, Comelia’s hometown of Rosenberg also had them.


    For example, on the wedding day, when the groom came to pick up the bride, the bride had to stand on


    a high ce, implying that her status would be higher after marrying into her husband’s family.


    But now it was a new era, Cornelia naturally didn’t buy into all this. Besides, she believed in mutual


    respect and support between two people. In marriage, both parties were equal, and there was no


    oppressing each other.


    However, since Granny Luisa believed in these things and meant well for her, Cornelia chose to go


    along with it to keep the olddy from feeling upset.


    Marcus didn’t believe in these old rules either, but he respected others‘ beliefs. Besides, carrying his


    bride was a good thing for him.


    He walked over, got to Comelia in two steps, squatted down halfway, and didn’t feel awkward about it


    at all. “Wifey, hop on.”


    The word “Wifey” slipped gently, softly into Cornelia’s ear, like a stone tossed into her serene heart–


    lake, slowly raising waves.


    Thest time Marcus drunkenly called her wifey, she didn’t know he was her husband then and kicked


    him twice in annoyance.


    Who would’ve thought that the second time he called her wifey, there would be so many people


    watching, making her feel a bit embarrassed.


    Seeing Cornelia blushing, Granny Luisa quickly said, “Nelly, don’t be shy! He’s your husband. It’s his


    job to carry you. Hop on so he can carry you.”


    Cornelia quickly climbed onto Marcus‘ back. He slowly stood up, being a lot taller than her, and she felt


    like she could touch the ceiling from his back.


    Marcus carefully instructed, “We’re about to go through the door. Duck your head. Be careful.”


    Cornelia quickly ducked her head, whispering in his ear, “I’m not light, and your body’s not fully fit. Can


    you carry me? Won’t I hurt you?”


    Marcus chuckled, “You underestimate your husband’s strength.”


    Cornelia, “The elders and Bri are here. Don’t say anything inappropriate.”


    Marcus, “What inappropriate thing?”


    Was he really clueless or was he just ying dumb?


    Granny Luisa followed them, talking as she walked, “Once Nelly officially walks into the Hartley family’s


    door today, she is one of us. You must love her well and never allow her to be wronged.”


    Marcus, “Gran, Nelly is my wife, I certainly won’t let her be wronged.”


    Granny Luisa said, “Take Nelly to your grandfather’s picture. I want him to know Marcus married a


    good daughter–inw.”


    “Sure thing!” Marcus obediently led Cornelia to his grandfather’s picture, then let her stand on the


    ground.


    Cornelia looked up at the picture of a young grandpa. There was a trace of him in Marcus‘ face.