Chapter 16


    “It’s okay. I’m here.”


    Marcus asked Cordelia to go inside and close the door.


    The girl followed obediently, but the man did not go in after her. She heard a few dull thuds outside


    the house before the men’s agonized moans and cries were heard.


    Cordelia looked out the window. Marcus had beaten those thugs down. They were bruised and


    swollen as they begged for mercy on their knees.


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    The ground in front of the house was all bloody now.


    In spite of this, Marcus did not seem satisfied. He picked up the stick that Cordelia had used and


    hurled it down on one of the men’s legs.


    “Try to harm my wife again and it won’t just be your leg that gets broken next time!” Marcus’ voice


    was a deep growl, and each word was oozing with threat.


    The thugs ran off in terror, and Cordelia hid inside, trying to calm her thumping heart down even


    though her panting still gave it away.


    Marcus entered at that moment. When she saw the dried blood on him, her lips moved but she said


    nothing.


    “Were you frightened just now?” Marcus went over and put arge hand on her shoulder.


    Cordelia shook her head, stretching her arms to hug him and snuggling her face against his chest


    unprompted.


    This soft, dependent side of her hit a soft spot in Marcus.


    “You’re tougher than I imagined.” He chuckled. “You actually chased them away with a stick when


    they tried to harm you.”


    “What else could I do?” Cordelia looked up defiantly. “No one around offered to help, and you


    weren’t home. I could only encourage myself…”


    “Mm, it’s all my fault. I should have been keeping youpany at home,” Marcus said in a deep


    tone. “But I don’t think those guys will daree again.”


    Cordelia buried her face deeper in his chest and giggled lightly.


    Her hand unintentionally glided past the man’s ripped chest, and his prominent muscles made her


    heartbeat quicken.


    She had not expected him to actually be able to fight and finish the men off so quickly. Why did


    people call him a coward then?


    “Wash up first and get changed,” Cordelia told him. “I’ll prepare dinner.”


    Marcus nodded and watched her with a squint.


    That took Cordelia aback, so she asked, “Do I have something on my face?”


    “No,” the man replied with a smile. “I just think that… you’re not the way they described you.”


    “What?”


    “Before we got married, people said that the Jenner heiress was spoiled and had a huge temper—


    they said she didn’t know how to do a thing either. But you clean up the home very well and you are


    an amazing cook. You can calmly handle any issue you encounter as well…”


    Marcus went closer to her with a vague smirk. “I’m questioning whether you’re actually Yelena


    Jenner.”


    Cordelia nched as she stared at him dumbly. The corners of her lips twitched as she stered on


    a forced, awkward smile.


    “I—of course I-I’m Yelena.” Her gaze was evasive as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “Rumors,


    right? They’re always different from the truth. Don’t listen to their nonsense. I am the heiress of the


    Jenners. You didn’t marry the wrong person!”


    This time, Marcus actuallyughed genuinely. That was fine, he could wait—he could wait until the


    day she was willing to confess.


    As Cordelia hurried back into the kitchen, somebody knocked on their door urgently.


    “Marcus, you home?”