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,

her eyes. “Just admit that you can’t afford one! Picking a fight with us

the hall. It was a fishtail dress that would accentuate one’s figure. There was golden thread sewn discreetly in it, as well as

could not be compared to the nice things he

Sigh, miss, I

nothing for an outsider like you to comment

always been docile and nice, but she was currently arguing

glaring at the sales assistant. “I can take the wedding dress to the dry cleaner and bring it back. But you have

“What?”

when others bullied her, but if people around her were bullied, she would fight with everything she

she repeated herself. “I said, apologize to

assistant rolled her eyes at

don’t need an apology,” Marcus said with a smirk as he looked at

like that wedding

“Huh?”

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

still had a smirk on his face when he pulled out a card and placed it on the counter. “My wife

The sales assistant stared at them wide-eyed, and Cordelia was

tugged at the man’s sleeve and reminded