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.”

and darted

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

beaming eyes. Feeling a jolt, he put

say no after her initial surprise, but she heard the man say in his deep voice, “Eat more. You’re

“Oh…”

actually had a lot to tell Marcus—such as apologize for last night. It was more than normal for newlyweds to do it, but it had

future plans. They were husband and wife now, so there should be some sort of plan

job was and how

needed to get to know

in and noticed the visible calluses on his fingers as he lifted his hand, she knew that those were from punching and striking sandbags. Whatever had been about to roll

Cordelia was upset about it, but there was no place for her to turn back

have anything

paused. “What’s

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