Marcus was stunned too.
Was his rage that obvious? Why was he jealous of Josiah for nothing? The latter had been following him since they were young.
After coughing softly, Marcus picked up the mug and took a sip of water. He stayed silent.
A pair of tiny, soft hands tucked at him.
Subsequently, the subtle scent of her body flirted with his nose.
“Hubby.” Cordelia’s voice was as soft as cotton candy. She showed a pleasing smile. “I’ll stop if you don’t like me talking about work.”
Marcus instinctively smirked. He felt better now.
“It’s not that I dislike listening to you talk about your work.” He turned his face to look at her and spoke slowly. “It’s just that you’ve been talking about Mr. Bayer the entire night. Can you talk about someone else?”
Cordelia widened her eyes. “Who do you want me to talk about?”
“Like…” He paused. “Wasn’t that ball organized by the Hamertons? Then I’m sure you heard about Mr. Z, right?”
She thought about it, and a light shake of the head followed.
Marcus’ eyes dimmed.
He refused to give up and continued to ask, “You don’t know Mr. Z?”
“Why are we talking about him?” She glanced at him before getting up to collect the washed clothes on the balcony. She started folding them.
“I don’t know that person, nor have I met him. What does his welcome dinner have anything to do with me?”
Marcus got closer and looked at her with his interest piqued. “But I heard he’s powerful. The Hamertons control Centrolis’ economy. Many socialites went to the dinner.
“You were at the hotel. Aren’t you curious about what he looks like? You didn’t check him out at the ball?”
“Are you out of your mind?” Cordelia chuckled. “Why would I be curious about him?”
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