Marcus pinched the spot between his brows and looked grimmer before taking a deep breath and hanging up. He would make a trip back to Centrolis—just not now. He would only be alarming the people who thought that he had died in the plane crash and causing them to conspire again and find more vicious ways to harm him!

“Boba or grass jelly? Which one do you like?”

That question pulled Marcus out of his thoughts, and he met a pair of sparkling big eyes. Cordelia grinned at him, as sweet as the milk tea she had in her hand.

“What’s gotten to you?” Cordelia looked at him. “You don’t look quite…”

“I’m fine.” It did not feel good that someone could see past him.

Marcus’s voice was icy as he turned his back to her. “Have one yourself. I don’t like sweet things.”

Cordelia froze on the spot, holding two cups of milk tea. It was only after some time that she jogged up to him, biting her lip.

behind him, not daring to go too close. The man’s back felt like a slab of frosty wall. There was a world that only belonged to him on the other side, and she could not

their wedding went

one duvet as well, which was given to her, so he made do with

room too” felt stuck in her throat. Perhaps Marcus was right. She

let her head fall with a small

a cold, bad communicator who always got into fights. She thought that he did not seem as bad, though. At least he showed her enough respect

should go back to visit her maiden

keep the woman company, and they should bring along some sweet treats home. The

her a big monetary wedding gift as long as she got married in Yelena’s place. The

the Jenners’ promise felt

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