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—”

styles you have here are

one! Picking

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

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

Sigh, miss, I feel bad for you. You’re so pretty, yet you didn’t pick properly before you got married. What a waste

me and my husband is nothing for an

little woman had always been docile and

a step 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

“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

as she repeated herself. “I said,

eyes

Marcus said with a smirk as he

like that

“Huh?”

right in the center of the boutique. She was enchanted, but she did not understand

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

like the air suddenly froze. The sales assistant stared at them

tugged at the man’s sleeve and reminded him softly, “We’re already