When he saw Marcus just now, something did seem wrong. They beat him up quite often back when they were in prison, but the authoritative and frosty presence when Marcus saw him just now took him by surprise.
He had even gotten married?
Any woman with a sane mind would avoid him like the plague. Who would dare marry him!?
“Keep your guard up when you investigate. Keep it under the radar.” Nicholas lit a cigarette and puffed a long exhale.
“N, his wife seems close with Ms. Quimby. Do you…”
“Find out about his wife too!” Nicholas’ gaze was ferocious. “Ha, I’d like to know who the girl is and what they’re trying to do!”
…
Cordelia prepared a bath for Marcus when they came back home at night, making him take it while she massaged him from the side of the bathtub.
“You don’t have to.” Marcus smiled softly. “Go to bed. I’ll go after I’m done.”
“I’m not tired!” Cordelia looked at him, her small hands running on him stubbornly.
There was a subtle change in Marcus’ expression. The reason he did not want her to massage him was that… her strength could barely be considered a massage—it was seduction.
It was as if her slender fingers had magic. Wherever they landed on him, he felt…
Marcus took a deep breath and turned to look at her. Cordelia’s face was pink, sweat pearling at the tip of her nose. She had some stray hair that got stuck by the side of her face and looked adorable.
He really wanted to pull her into the tub.
Marcus smirked. He was going to catch her wrist when Cordelia’s sentence stopped him.
“Keep your mind out of the gutter. I can’t today.”
Cordelia grinned playfully and continued to massage his arm.
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