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.”

darted

soup, some pancakes, and even pushed

to meet her beaming eyes. Feeling a jolt, he put some

about to say no after her

“Oh…”

pressed her lips together. She actually had a lot to tell Marcus—such as apologize for last night. It was more than

also wanted to ask him about their future plans. They were husband and wife now,

she still did not know what his job was and how he was going to take

to know each other

his hand, she knew that those were from punching and striking sandbags. Whatever had been about to roll off the tip of

silent. Cordelia was upset about it, but there

have anything

paused. “What’s the

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