Chapter 58


    Cordelia was delirious. She did not know how to answer him and could only respond shyly following


    what he said.


    She gently closed her eyes, listening to the light shower of rain pitter-pattering on the window and


    feeling the man’s passionate kisses… She slowly opened up her heart.


    …


    Marcus eventually woke up at the crack of dawn.


    Back when he was at the Hamertons’, he would sometimes wake up at 4:00 a.m. to work. He would


    always wake up early, a habit unchanged all these years.


    In spite of it, because of Cordeliast night, he was filled with the impulse to sleep in for the first


    time.


    Marcus turned to look at her silently. The girl was sound asleep and looked endearing. He could not


    help kissing her lips, but the sweetness of it stirred his urge again. He tried to hold himself back as


    he thought aboutst night’s frenzy. She must be exhausted.


    Marcus got up and caught a glimpse of his phone screen lighting up. He put on a T-shirt and got out


    of bed to go to the balcony quietly.


    “Z, hope I didn’t disturb you this early in the morning?” Fredric asked in a low tone.


    “What’s the matter?”


    Fredric chuckled. “Your old man has beenshing out recently and took back a subsidiary under


    Matthew. All the Hamertons are saying that you’re the one behind this.”


    Marcus smiled. It was him indeed.


    Fortunately, his grandfather doted on him, and there was a w in Matthew’s ounts, no matter


    how perfect he fabricated them. Besides, there were many people in the Hamertons—lots more


    who were more courageous than Matthew. His grandfather was aged but not senile. His punishment


    for Matthew was actually a warning to the others with ulterior motives.


    “What’s my uncle’s response?” asked Marcus, lowering his volume.


    “It’s said he’s sincere in front of the old man.” Fredric chortled. “Don’t you know your second uncle


    well enough? Not only did he cry admitting his mistake, but he even knelt down at the family


    memorial hall and reflected himself to your ancestors for several nights!”


    Marcus sneered. He could already imagine how Centrolis’ media would report on Matthew. It would


    all be positivepliments saying that he was able to correct himself, that he was kind and honest,


    and that he was serving his family loyally.


    This was Matthew’s usual trick. With such overwhelming praises, even his grave mistake could be


    covered up.


    Therefore, how could the outsiders believe that such a kind and honest man would tinker with the


    ne and harm his own nephew?


    Marcus’ expression was dark as his grip on the balcony railing tightened.


    “I won’t return to Centrolis yet.”


    Fredric paused. “Won’t you miss the chance if you don’t return now?”


    “It’s no use even if I go back now with his award-winning acting skills. Might as well watch what he


    does and strike his fatal point to beat him and hisckeys once and for all!”


    Fredric nodded, agreeing with his viewpoint.


    A soft voice sounded from the phone just then. “Marcus? Darling… where are you?”


    Cordelia’s “darling” was soft andnguid with a hint of a whine. Even through the phone call, Fredric


    was astonished by it—what was more, Marcus, who faced her every day.


    Fredric grinned. It seemed that there was another reason the man was not returning to Centrolis


    just yet…


    Marcus hung up in a hurry and went to the bedroom.


    Cordelia was wrapped up in the nket as she tried to reach for the clothes on the floor. However,


    her left leg prevented her from getting anything, even when her face was red from exertion.


    Marcus went in and picked up the clothes on the floor before carefully draping them over her.


    Cordelia nced at him and lowered her head shyly. Her gaze at him was different from the past


    now. She had entirely transformed into a darling wife who was attached to her husband.


    Marcus stroked her burning cheek gently and asked, “Are you still in difort?”


    Cordelia nodded almost unnoticeably before smiling and snuggling into his chest.


    “Sorry.” Marcus rubbed her hair and spoke softly by her ear. “But… I’ll know what to do the next


    time.”


    She punched him and whined. “Alright, stop it!”


    With his arms around her, Marcusughed heartily.


    “Sleep a bit more. I’ll go make breakfast.” He volunteered. “What do you feel like having?”


    “Anything?” Cordelia blinked her big eyes. “Hmm… I don’t really have an appetite. Just make me


    some pasta.”


    “Sure, I’ll add some protein. Let’s make pasta and chicken.”


    “Chicken this early in the morning?”


    “You worked hardst night.” Marcus smirked. “To replenish you!”


    Cordelia flushed as she pummeled him softly. “Stop it! You’re not listening!”


    …


    The next few days, Cordelia realized that Marcus had not been joking with what he had said.


    Her leg injury inconvenienced her movements, so the man took it as an excuse to carry her around


    daily. She could have used the crutches, but he forbade it. He carried her from the moment she


    woke up in the morning until she went to bed at night, then…


    Cordelia could barely take it as she nagged him.


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    “My leg injury hasn’t healed yet. I need rest!”


    Yet, the man retorted, “You need more exercise with your leg, or it’ll get moldy!”


    “You’re just bullying me while I can’t move as usual!”


    “Honey.” He smirked and said, “Alright, I’ll help you down to walk around since your leg is injured.”


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