According to custom, the bride should go back to visit her maiden family on the third day.

Cordelia’s heart had been thumping wildly since she had gotten up in the morning. To others, this was huge. The husband ought to keep the woman company, and they should bring along some sweet treats home. The family would have a hearty lunch together, and the newlyweds would return before sunset. However, this was practically going back to ask for money for Cordelia.

Her father had promised that he would give her a big monetary wedding gift as long as she got married in Yelena’s place. The money would cover her mother’s medical costs and her younger brother’s tuition.

It had been three days since Cordelia had gotten married and the Jenners’ promise it had vanished into thin air. No one had brought it up again.

Cordelia contemplated it and decided that she had to go ask for the gift herself—but she could not take Marcus along, or everything would be exposed. Who knew what the man would do if he was angered.

“Marcus, I…”

She racked her mind for a convincing argument, mulling over a reasonable and logical excuse so that Marcus would not have to go with her. It took her some time, but she swallowed everything back and forced out the words: “I’ve made breakfast. Come have some.”

Marcus was working out at the front of the house. It felt like a corner of an iceberg melted off his heart when he heard her soft, sweet voice.

Cordelia had made scones and even fresh cream and jam. When Marcus stepped inside the small place, he suddenly found it to be brighter. The place no longer felt dingy after their wedding.

It was homier now. Everything felt warm and sunny thanks to Cordelia’s touch.

a seat. The woman across from him seemed weighed down by thoughts. He considered it

her lip and stayed silent, not meeting

and looked grimmer before taking a deep breath and hanging up. He would make a trip back to Centrolis—just not now. He would only be alarming the people who thought that he had died in the

or grass jelly? Which one

Marcus out of his thoughts, and he met a pair of sparkling big eyes. Cordelia grinned at him, as

gotten to you?” Cordelia looked at

good that someone

he turned his back to her. “Have one yourself. I don’t

milk tea. It was only after some time that she

There was a world

their

couch outside. There was only one duvet

room too” felt stuck in her throat. Perhaps Marcus was right. She needed time to get used to the fact that she

let her head fall with a small

that Marcus was a cold, bad communicator who always got into fights. She thought that he did not

the bride should go back to visit her

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