Marcus was in pain, but he didn't let go. He just chuckled under his breath.
Cornelia was stunned.
Why was he laughing?
Could he still laugh at a time like this?
After a while, Marcus finally stopped laughing.
Even if she couldn't see it, Cornelia knew her lips must look awful right now.
Unable to argue with him, Cornelia lifted her foot, wanting to stomp on his foot. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. No matter how much she was dissatisfied with him, she couldn't do anything that might hurt him.
Marcus gently held her rosy cheek, his piercing gaze under his golden-framed glasses fixed on her, not letting her look away, "Tell me, what's the deal with you and that guy?"
Cornelia lightly pursed her swollen lips, her eyes filled with teardrops, she whispered, "I told you I don't know him. Why won't you believe me and keep asking me this question."
She wouldn't say, but Marcus had guessed some of it, "Do you still like him?"
"Like him? Is he worth it?" Cornelia blushed, seriously answering, "The only person I can like is my husband, and his name is Jeremy."
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