Chapter 151


    “Darling, this is Ms. Zennie Hamerton. She saved mest time.”


    “Zennie, this is my—”


    “I know!” Zennie hooked an arm around Cordelia’s neck and grinned at Zephyr. “This is your


    husband, Marcus Grist!


    “Hello, brother-inw!”


    Zephyr wore a straight face.


    “Darling?” Cordelia elbowed him lightly. “Zennie’s greeting you!”


    Zephyr nced at Zennie and made a low hum before turning to the back of the counter to check


    on the oven temperature.


    Cordelia frowned, confused. She was also a little embarrassed in front of Zennie. Thetter would


    not think that they were unweing, would she?


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    “Zennie, excuse him.” She smiled and said, “My husband’s usually this stern and not quite a people-


    person… But you’ll find out after spending time with him that he’s a really nice guy!”


    Zennie nodded, holding back herugh.


    Since they were little, Zephyr was a “brat” to Uncle Matthew, and a “poker face” and “reaper” to the


    others in the family. He actually became a “nice guy” here with Cordelia.


    It seemed that her elder brother was getting good at winning a woman’s heart!


    Cordelia made Zennie a cup of milk tea and asked her husband to keep an eye on the oven before


    she went to clean the porch.


    As the buttery aroma wafted from the oven, Zennie went over silently for an ambush from the back,


    but Zephyr turned around a step earlier. He crossed his arms in front of him with a frown, his gaze


    sharp.


    Zennie gasped and quickly patted her racing heart.


    “Heh… Hi, bro.”


    Zephyr arched his brow and smirked. “Watch it. I’m your brother-inw.”


    Zennie stuck her tongue out and chuckled dryly.


    Zephyr put on a stern look. “What are you doing here?”


    “I…” Zennie answered innocently, “I’m really here to congratte you! Besides, Cordelia asked me


    toe. I didn’te uninvited!”


    “Never mind that you’re freeloading your meals.” Zephyr scowled, “Watch your tongue in front of my


    wife! Got it?”


    “Yeah, yeah!” Zennie giggled. “I’m your baby sister. Would I expose you? You’re Marcus Grist. We


    don’t know each other! Okay? Sigh, bro… are my cranberry cookies done? I’ll have two and take


    the rest to-go…”


    “Why are you taking away so many?” Zephyr red at her. “What will we sell when you take them


    all?”


    “That’s petty! Why are you ring at me over a few cookies? I’ve never seen your heart ache when


    you spent so much money running the Hamerton Group when you assisted grandpa!”


    “How could this be the same?” Zephyr rolled his eyes at her.


    The oven dinged. Time was up. He wasted no time talking to her and wore mittens to pull the tray


    out.


    Zennie went over like a greedy kitten, but Zephyr turned the other way with the tray.


    The scene was coincidentally caught by Cordelia, who came in to wash her hands.


    “Honey!” She was rmed. “What are you doing!?”


    Zennie immediately put on a wronged look and ran to Cordelia.


    “Cordelia, he’s not giving me the cookies… He said I eat too much!”


    Cordelia red at Zephyr, signaling him to put the tray down.


    Zephyr pressed his lips together. Even though he had a scary look, he obediently ced the tray on


    the table.


    “Cordelia, your cookies smell so good! Can Ie here often?”


    Cordelia agreed with a smile and turned away to wash her hands, softly warning her husband to


    treat her savior well.


    While she turned around, Zephyr caught Zennie making funny faces at him boldly and even


    mouthing with a smirk, “So, you’re scared of your wife!”