SWNOVELS Chapter 15
“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.
“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?”
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.