This time, Fredric could not help him either.
“Is it because… the recipe you gave him was problematic?”
Josiah slapped his own head. “Was she not insatiable?”
Fredric chuckled wryly. “Maybe it was too much and disrupted Z’s hormones!”
Josiah almost spat the alcohol he drank on the man’s face.
…
Marcus pulled the balcony door open to go inside, looking up to meet Cordelia’s slightly surprised eyes.
“What?” He looked unfazed.
“You were on the phone?”
“Mm, sn… inmate last time,” Marcus answered. “He asked to borrow some money now that he’s out. I asked him not to contact me anymore.”
“Oh.” Cordelia nodded. “No wonder you shouted so loudly just now. The whole building nearly collapsed! But you did the right thing. Don’t contact those people in the past if you can. After all, you’re married. We ought to live well from now on.”
It strung a chord in Marcus. Despite that, Cordelia’s eyes were still on the screen when she said that. Once he remembered that Josiah’s photo was there, he was disgruntled.
Cordelia was on the screen for a long time. She rubbed her eyes and felt her stomach ache again. As she looked around for painkillers, Marcus walked over and slammed her laptop shut.
She froze and stared wide-eyed at him. “What are you doing? I’m still reading!”
“What’s there to read?!” He pulled a long face.
“It’s… it’s a client. I need to get myself familiar with his habits and interests first, then—”
Before she finished, she saw Marcus taking her pillow and sheets into the bedroom and placing them on the other side of the bed.
Cordelia’s heart skipped a beat as she felt her face heat up. She asked softly, “What are you doing?”
Marcus was still scowling when he uttered, “Sleep.”
Cordelia’s face was red. She timidly stood by the bedroom door and fiddled with her clothes.
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