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

one! Picking a fight with us is… Hah… We have designer haute couture

a glimpse of the wedding dress on the mannequin in the center of the hall. It was a fishtail dress that would accentuate

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

much you look! Sigh, miss, I feel bad for you.

nothing

jolted. The little woman had always been docile and nice, but she was

dress to the dry cleaner and bring it back. But

“What?”

nice—depending on the person speaking to her. She could endure it when others bullied her, but if people around her were bullied, she would fight

repeated herself. “I said, apologize to my

rolled her eyes at

Marcus said with a smirk as he looked at

you like that wedding

“Huh?”

the wedding dress glimmering in gold right in the center of the boutique. She was enchanted, but she did not understand what the man

smirk on his face when he pulled out a card and placed

felt like the air suddenly froze. The sales assistant stared

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