Cordelia draped a light robe over herself and went out to the front of the house, where Marcus was working out.

The man’s upper body was bare while he held two dumbbells in his hands. As the morning sun shone on his pronounced muscles, it felt like he was Helios, who had descended from heaven.

Cordelia’s cheeks burned a little as she greeted him softly. “You’re up early!”

Marcus turned around to glance at her.

Cordelia scanned her surroundings. The front of the house was not too spacious. It was rather messy, and there were sandbags, boxing gloves, baseball bats, weights, and similar things lying around. Her heart squeezed. She dared not claim that the rumors were true, but Marcus must fight often.

She wondered about the man’s temper. She had heard that people in this area were severely masochistic and it was not uncommon for drunk men to beat their wives up.

Cordelia bit her lip and stepped closer, asking him with almost bated breath, “Um… Have you had breakfast?”

“No.” The man’s answer was curt and icy.

“Go make some.”

nodded and darted into the

soon made a pot of soup, some pancakes, and even pushed a plate of bacon toward

eyes. Feeling a

about to say no after her

“Oh…”

for last night. It was more

their future plans. They were husband and

what his job was and how he was going to

to know each other

in and noticed the visible calluses on his fingers as he lifted his hand, she knew that those were from punching and striking

was long and silent. Cordelia was upset about it, but there was no place for her to turn back

do you have anything to do today?” she

paused. “What’s

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