Chapter 413 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Comelia didn’t even dare to voice her suspicion, it was such a monstrous thought. If someone had even an ounce of sympathy left in them, they couldn’t possibly do such a thing to their own child Cornelia desperately wanted Marcus to deny it, to tell her that she was mistaken, but instead, he nodded heavily Comelia’s faith crumbled instantly, she could practically hear her heart shattering “So..” “So I had him thrown in jail Marcus suddenly laughed, a cold, ruthless gleam in his smile. “If he dares to hurt anyone I care about again, I won’t hesitate to chuck him back in.” “I’ll support you no matter what,” Cornelia said That was all he needed to hear! That was exactly what Marcus wanted. “He went after Bri when she was just a kid,” he continued. “That little thug locked her up in a cramped, dark room The bastard didn’t even stop. Instead, he chucked a bunch of snakes in there with her Left her there for two days…
• These were the things Marcus knew about. There were still things he didn’t know, things Briana was too scared to mention even now. Comelia reached out carefully pressing his large hand against her unswollen cheek. “Can we help Bri get through this nightmare together?” “Yeah,” he replied, the word rough and warm as it rolled off his tongue. Cornelia turned her head, pressing a light kiss to the back of his hand. Marcus was surprised by her action, but he quickly leaned in, seeking her lips, and kissing her softly. Just as their lips met, there was a knock at the door.
• Cornelia tried to pull away in a panic, but Marcus quickly caught her waist, pulling her back into his strong arms. The kiss continued, sweet and gentle. And the knocking continued. “Marc, Dr. Lester brought some anti–swelling meds. You should apply it on Nelly’s face.” The voice made Marcus let go of Cornelia. He gently touched her injured face, hardly daring to apply pressure. “Does it hurt? Let me apply the medicine.” “It doesn’t really hurt anymore.” Cornelia said Marcus fetched the medicine from the door. He asked Cornelia to sit on the bed, squeezed some ointment on her face, and gently spread it evenly with his finger. “You can’t be reckless like today. If you can’t fight, hide. You can’t get hurt again.” “I wanted to hide” Cornelia said. “But if I did, he would’ve hurt Bri.