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—”

you have here

assistant nearly rolled her eyes. “Just admit that you can’t afford one! Picking a fight with us is… Hah… We have designer

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

compared to the nice things he had seen in

“You won’t be able to afford it no matter how much you look! Sigh, miss, I feel bad for you. You’re so pretty, yet

and my husband is nothing for

been docile and nice, but

wedding dress to the dry cleaner and bring

“What?”

were bullied, she would fight with everything she had—even when that was her husband, who she had never met

face was flushed as she repeated herself.

rolled her eyes at

don’t need an apology,” Marcus said with

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, but she did not understand

pulled out a card and placed it on

air suddenly froze. The sales assistant stared at them wide-eyed, and

doing…” Cordelia tugged at the