Cordelia’s mind went blank. She felt a warm chest press against her back. She could even hear strong, rhythmic heartbeats. The man above her kept her securely within his arms, and she tried taking a deep breath but still could not stretch out her frozen limbs.

The man stopped abruptly.

“Do you know who I am?”

Cordelia paused.

The man wanted to say that he was her husband and this was their wedding night. It was more than justified for them to do this as husband and wife.

In spite of this, Cordelia took his question literally and timidly answered, “I do… You’re Marcus Grist.”

The man squinted and gave her a light smirk. Marcus Grist… Hah, should he be glad that she knew the name? It was too bad that he was not Marcus Grist—and she was not Yelena Jenner.

From the moment she had stepped through the door, he had been able to tell that she was only a substitute. He did not know why, but the temper of the Jenner heiress would never allow her to marry a countryside villager.

was a stand-in bride, and he was marrying her by pretending to

“Marcus…”

As soon as he looked down, he met her shiny eyes. The girl’s soft, shy expression felt like

sorry, I’m too nervous.” Cordelia bit her lip and tried to hook her

you doing anything to me…

nose. She inched closer to him clumsily

when Cordelia was about to kiss his lips, despite was doing, he suddenly held her

was stunned. Her blush was still evident on her cheeks

it,” he said, looking at her. “You’re tired today as well. Let’s

“Marcus, I—”

need some time to adjust. Until you’re adjusted to having a husband, I won’t put you in a tough spot,” he said before he

in a trance while watching his naked back. Then, when the man’s light snores filled the room,

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