She lowered her head, murmuring, "It's different."
Marcus asked, "What's different?"
Cornelia didn't answer. Was he genuinely confused, or was he just messing with her?
Marcus pressed, "Hmm?"
Because his voice was so deep and pleasing, even the shortest sentence could make Cornelia blush, "I like you in a different way than I like my grandma."
Marcus got it, but he just wanted to tease her, wanted to hear her say it out loud, "So you do like me a bit now?"
This question was a bit difficult for Cornelia to answer, as she was unsure herself, "I'm not sure yet."
Marcus raised an eyebrow slightly, "Not sure?"
Cornelia obediently nodded, "But what I am sure of is that you are Jeremy, my husband. The only person I'll like is you."
It was her sense of responsibility towards their marriage. Both of them wanted to devote themselves to this marriage. Whether she loved him or not was not something she was considering at the moment.
Marcus thought the same way, but now he had other thoughts. He hoped that she did like him a bit.
Not just because of responsibility.
Cornelia continued, "You may not know, but I've liked grandma for a long time. Even if we didn't have this relationship, I would still like her."
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