Married a Secret Billionaire

“I washed it!” Cordelia said hurriedly. “I promise it’s clean! There’s nothing wrong with it!”

“Hah, you washed it?” the sales assistant scoffed. “Miss, why’d you wash it when you only rented it for a day? You rented it to get married, not to farm, right?”

Cordelia, who was embarrassed, flushed.

The conditions during her wedding had actually not been too different from farming conditions. She had walked the muddy village paths in the rain, soiling her white wedding dress and shoes, as well as chafing her feet.

The sales assistant flipped the skirt of the wedding dress repeatedly and threw Cordelia dirty looks.

“Miss, even if you wash this washing dress, you have to dry wash it!

“Do you even know what dry washing means?”

The sales assistant intentionally mocked her upon seeing how naïve she was. “Sigh, our wedding gowns have been sold one after another since we opened for business. This is the first time we rented one… Hah, don’t get married if you can’t even afford a dress!”

“Can’t one get married without buying a wedding dress? Is there a law against it?”

Cordelia turned around in surprise upon hearing the sudden stern voice and saw Marcus walk in. It was as if the air had frosted around his eyes, and he oozed an authoritative presence.

There was a slight frown on his face as he approached Cordelia and naturally wound an arm around her. He snorted at the sales assistant, “Do you think people are blind enough to miss the huge ‘wedding dresses for rent’ sign in your shop?”

“You—”

the styles you have here are average, and

assistant nearly rolled her eyes. “Just admit that you can’t afford one!

in the center of the hall. It was a

out relatively but could not be compared to the nice things he had seen in

assistant snapped, “You won’t be able to afford it no matter how much you look! Sigh, miss, I feel bad for

is nothing for an outsider like you to comment

woman had always been docile and nice, but she was currently arguing

forward, glaring at the sales assistant. “I can take the wedding dress to the dry cleaner and bring it back. But you have to apologize to my husband for what

“What?”

on the person speaking to her. She could endure it when others bullied her, but if people around her were bullied, she would fight with everything she had—even when that was her husband, who she

repeated herself. “I said, apologize to

eyes at her

said with a smirk as he

you like

“Huh?”

the direction of his finger and saw the wedding dress glimmering in gold right in the center of the boutique. She was enchanted,

card and placed it on the counter. “My

the air suddenly froze. The sales assistant stared

the man’s