“Does a pretty woman like you know how to make cookies?”
Several men crowded the door to Marcus’ house as they grinned lecherously at Cordelia.
There were plenty of others watching, but the thugs were infamous for being bullies around the area. No one was willing to risk themselves to help. They were just watching without getting involved.
If one had to be blamed, it was Cordelia for being so gorgeous and Marcus for carelessly leaving a beautiful woman like this at home. He was just giving others a chance to take advantage of the situation.
Cordelia’s heart thumped as her face paled, but she tried her best to remain calm.
“I hear that the new bride is a rich heiress?”
“No wonder! Rich heiresses never go into the kitchen. How’d she know how to bake cookies?!”
“Beautiful, you mustn’t know our local custom, huh?”
The thugs’ eyes were basically glued to Cordelia.
“Women who get married over here have to bake cookies to bring them to the neighbors! You got married a few days ago, and we haven’t gotten any cookies…”
“Excuse me, I didn’t know about this custom.” Cordelia did her best to make her voice sound less shaky. “I’ll bring the cookies over once I make them. My husband is coming back soon. Please—”
Cordelia was about to close the door when one of the men blocked it with his knee. The other two hooted and cheered. The moment Cordelia panicked and lost her grip, the men broke through the door and into the front of the house. Their gazes on her were greedy and lustful.
“It’s really surprising that the Grist fella has such good luck when it comes to women!”
The men were drooling.
Cordelia was repulsed from the bottom of her heart. She wrapped both arms in front of herself instinctively and looked at the men in alert.
“This is my house. Leave right now!” She raised her voice. “My husband’s coming home very soon! I’m sure you all know what he’s like!”
The men looked at one another before they cackled.
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