Chapter 57
Cordelia’s injury required rest, so Marcus took her back home to care for her. At first, Cordelia was worried because Marcus didn’t know how to do house chores, and cooking was a problem for him. With her injured, she feared the house would be a mess. However, the moment Marcus carried her inside, her worries faded.
The house was spotless. Everything was in its place, looking no different from before she got hurt.
“Not bad, huh?” Marcus chuckled deeply, his eyes gleaming with pride as if he were waiting for praise.
Cordelia grinned. She had always thought her husband was unpredictable, often seen reading foreign finance news, but she hadn’t expected him to handle housework so well!
A little while later, Marcus served two dishes for their meal. Cordelia tasted them, and though there was too much salt, she was surprised by how well they turned out.
“I’ve always said my husband is the best!” She looked up at him playfully. “Looks like my injury is a good thing. I get to do nothing and just wait to be served!”
“Sure.” Marcus smiled with a slightly cryptic gaze and added in a husky voice, “I can serve you well tonight too. What do you think?”
Cordelia immediately blushed, her heart racing. Marcus enjoyed his meal, a smile still lingering on his lips.
As the night went on, Cordelia could manage most things, but taking a shower became a problem. Marcus offered to help, but she refused right away.
The man chuckled. “We’re already husband and wife, and you still mind? You’re inconvenienced by your leg now. It’s my duty to help you shower.”
Cordelia, embarrassed, looked down and clutched the hem of her clothes, clearly nervous.
Seeing her discomfort, Marcus didn’t push further. Her shyness, her innocence, and the anxiousness she felt in front of him unraveled his resolve. It made him lose control of his rationality.
He took a deep breath, his voice soft but insistent, “Mm, go on.” He passed her a clean towel. “I’ll be at the door. Call me if you need anything.”
Cordelia nodded, darting into the bathroom.
Time passed, and Marcus paced nervously in front of the bathroom door. “Are you done?” he knocked. The sound of running water stopped inside.
“I can come in and help you…”
“No need!” Cordelia’s voice called out. “I can handle it!”
Marcus smiled to himself, but his concern didn’t fade. Thinking of Cordelia’s plastered leg, her struggle in the slippery bathtub, and the tiled floor, he frowned. She could fall.
He pushed the door open, determined to help, only to be met with an unexpected sight. Cordelia, in all her natural beauty, was stepping out of the bathtub. Her skin was smooth, glowing, and her leg stretched out of the water due to the cast.
“Ah!” she yelped, flustered, and as she slipped, she fell toward the floor. But before she could hit the tiles, Marcus caught her in his arms, holding her close.
Instinctively, he reached for the towel, but his hand hovered in the air. The sight before him stirred something deep within, something that had been building for months. He had held back on their wedding night because they were practically strangers, needing time to adjust. But now…
“S-Stop looking!” Cordelia’s voice quivered as she turned her face away in embarrassment.
“Mm, I won’t look,” Marcus murmured, his gaze softening as he carefully covered her with the towel.