SWNOVELS Chapter 93
Oliver was about to say something, but Seth took a step forward and blocked
him. He offered him a gentle smile but did not move away from the door.
“Mr. Jones...”
Oliver and his men did not know what to do.
Josiah and Fredric had been observing from the side. Then, they saw Oliver go
away with his face filled with rage.
After they were confident that Oliver wouldn't come back again, Josiah wanted to
go out, but Fredric stopped him.
“Why did you stop me? I want to see Z!”
“Don't go.” Fredric said sternly, “Z should be fine with Cordelia and that doctor
watching over him.”
Seeing Josiah was still a little restless, Fredric patted his shoulder and chuckled.
“If you really want to help Z, go and see what Oliver is up to again.”
Josiah thought for a moment and nodded. After that, they left the boxing arena in
a hurry.
When Marcus cracked his eyes open, the first thing he saw was a blanket of
white.
The air in the room was filled with the stench of medicine, and then he vaguely
heard a woman crying.
His heart skipped a beat, and just when he was about to stand up, a hand was
placed on his shoulder.
“Stay put,” Cordelia said, her voice filled with sobs. “You're badly injured, so you
should get some rest.”
Marcus lifted his eyes and looked at her. He did not know for how long he had
been unconscious, but it felt like ages since the last time he saw her.
Fortunately, the first person he saw when he woke up was her.
He grabbed her hand and caressed her like how he usually did in the past. She
had a tiny face and looked even skinnier now. Her skin was pale, and her eyes
were red like two peaches. It made him want to love her even more.
“Honey—"
“Have you forgotten our promises?” Cordelia said, her tears streaming down her
cheeks.
“Marcus, I've told you not to fight too hard! It doesn’t matter if you lose or win. I
just want you to be safe! Have you forgotten all of that!?”
Marcus chuckled.
How could she know the reason he stood motionless in the ring and let his
opponent beat him?
“I'm sorry for making you worry about me.” His voice was hoary. “After getting
better, I'll give you a pair of boxing gloves. I'll stand on the balcony, and you can
beat me up like a punching bag until you're satisfied.”
“What are you talking about?” Cordelia glared at him as she snorted.
She dabbed water on his lips with a cotton swab, observed the drip carefully,
peeled the apple into small pieces, and fed it to him bit by bit.
She did not allow him to get down from the bed and move around.
However, Marcus knew his own body very well. He knew that these injuries were
nothing to him. It was just that he enjoyed the care and attention of Cordelia. He
felt delighted that she was worried about him and shed tears for him.
No matter what she did, he never peeled his gaze away from her.
In the end, it was Cordelia who felt uncomfortable.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, pouting, “Do you think I'm
being unreasonable? Then you shouldn't get yourself so badly injured...”
“No...” He paused for a moment and continued. “Honey, am I a disgrace to you?”
“What?”
“I got beaten the hell out in front of everyone and lost the match. Won't you feel
ashamed?”
“You!” Cordelia glared at him.
She was angry at him for forgetting their promises. She felt heartache for him
because he was badly injured. However, she did not feel ashamed because he
lost the fight.
“Why would you think like that?” She said gently, “It's just a match. I don’t care if
you win or lose. Even if you become a world champion, you're my husband. Even
if you're a nobody, you're still my husband!”