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“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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“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.
“Of course we do! He’s a coward who needs to use the toilet every time there’s a fight!”
“Beautiful, you have no idea, huh? Marcus is a real coward! Each time we fight, he’s the one sent to the
police as a scapegoat!”
“We shouldn’t have missed your wedding! We didn’t get to ‘congratulate’ you then, but we can do it
now…”
The men surrounded Cordelia, and some of them began to touch her.
Despite her fear and disgust, she immediately remembered the way Marcus punched the bag at the
front of the house. She had never done it—she had only seen it, so who knew where she got the
courage as she copied what Marcus did and used the thugs as her punching bag, swinging her fists at
them.
The men were shocked, but Cordelia fighting back only further triggered their filthy thoughts.
“A feisty one, huh?”
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Cordelia picked up one of the sticks at the front of the house, actually looking quite intimidating.
“Get out! Scram!”
“Beautiful, this is useless!” The men cackled. “You might hurt yourself with the stick if you aren’t careful.
Let us teach you how to use it!”
Cordelia was close to tearing up. Fear, terror, helplessness… All these negative emotions pooled up in
her, suffocating her.
The thugs became even more unrestrained. Two of them dragged the girl into the house…
Then, a loud bang came from the door!
Before they could react, their heads took two hard hits.
Cordelia stood rooted in shock as she watched the men who had been brazen moments ago cover
their heads as they sprawled on the ground, groaning.
With his back against the light, Marcus looked icily on with a sharp gaze, looking authoritative and
commanding even without saying a word.
Cordelia could no longer hold her tears back when she saw Marcus. She threw herself into his
embrace, and the man stroked her hair gently.
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