Marcus smiled back at her and held her hand.
“Yeah, we’ve gotten a real good deal.”
With how the husband and wife were chorusing each other, it would be tactless for Oliver to pursue the matter further. Thus, he came up with an excuse and left.
After some effort, Cordelia left the event with Marcus through the side door.
As both of them walked on the street behind the hotel, the night was bright with the moon and scattered stars. The air was fresh with the fragrance of plants exclusive to this season, and it felt reinvigorating as the breeze blew.
There were even fireflies in the bushes, blinking and complementing the dark blue sky.
Cordelia smiled and rested her head against Marcus’ shoulder. They strolled slowly, enjoying the rare leisure and quiet.
“Why did you say that just now?” Marcus suddenly asked her.
Cordelia paused and answered softly, “You mustn’t want Oliver to know too much about us, right?”
“How did you know?”
“You’re my husband. Of course I know you!” Cordelia stroked the ring on her finger with a sweet smile.
He was her husband. Of course, she would do everything she could to understand and love him.
Emotions filled Marcus, and warmth colored his deep eyes.
“And I also think that what’s between husband and wife shouldn’t be disclosed to outsiders too much,” Cordelia said seriously. “After all, I’m only an acquaintance with Mr. Jones. There’s an old saying about not saying too much when you meet someone, right?”
Marcus chuckled and rubbed Cordelia’s hair, inwardly impressed by her. He had always thought that she was naïve and honest, a little silly even, but she was sharp when it mattered.
“Why are you looking at me?” Cordelia blinked.
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