Married a Secret Billionaire

He genuinely did not know that. It had probably been too small of a meal to him in the past.

Cordelia sneaked a peek at him, but his chiseled face was still blank.

“I… I’m not blaming you.” She softened and said, “I just meant that we’re already married. We have to think about the future. I know that you were venting on my behalf, but hold yourself back when the time calls for it. There is lots more to spend on our home…”

Home? For some reason, the corner of Marcus’ lips ticked up automatically when he heard the word.

“Besides, I haven’t gotten my wedding gift yet. There’ll be other uses for it. We can’t splurge so lavishly.”

Cordelia’s voice went softer and softer. Worry crept up on her face once she thought of her mother, who was hospitalized, and her brother, who was still waiting for his allowance. She dared not let Marcus find out, though. She was supposed to be Yelena to him.

“Splurge so lavishly?” The man repeated the words in a murmur, hints of a smile tinging his tone of voice.

“Aren’t you the heiress of the Jenners? Why does it feel like you’re frugal with your money?”

Cordelia widened her eyes at him as her heart thumped. She frantically changed the topic of conversation. “Are you thirsty? I’ll go get us some milk tea,” she said, turning to go to a milk tea parlor by the street.

Marcus chortled while watching her frantic escape. His phone vibrated at the same time, and the smile froze in place when he saw the number.

“What’s up?”

tinker with the private jet on the day of

sounded stern. “Keep up the

it. But… How much longer will you be staying in the village in Jangasas, Mr. Z? You sure you don’t want to make a

sales assistant while the latter scowled. Despite that, the manager

and the smile on his aloof face never did

tightening her hold on his

it,” she told him softly. “This wedding dress is very expensive, and we won’t have much use

card.” Marcus sounded frosty. “No

was the boutique manager and designer

dared mock her. The sales assistant stood aside stoically after the manager chastised her, and the designer kept complimenting Cordelia’s figure. Even the manager treated her like she was a VIP, making

wedding dress was worth more than $4,000… She bit her lip and looked at the man next to her. He was indifferent and he looked as

Cordelia failed to hold herself back after some

him

too

man furrowed his

were at the boutique just now. Things didn’t have to escalate to that point… Why did you have to vent and buy the dress? It cost more than $4,000. Do you know how long that

not know that. It had probably been too small of a

peek at him, but his chiseled face was