Married a Secret Billionaire

Cordelia buried her face deeper in his chest and giggled lightly.

Her hand unintentionally glided past the man’s ripped chest, and his prominent muscles made her heartbeat quicken.

She had not expected him to actually be able to fight and finish the men off so quickly. Why did people call him a coward then?

“Wash up first and get changed,” Cordelia told him. “I’ll prepare dinner.”

Marcus nodded and watched her with a squint.

That took Cordelia aback, so she asked, “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” the man replied with a smile. “I just think that… you’re not the way they described you.”

“What?”

“Before we got married, people said that the Jenner heiress was spoiled and had a huge temper—they said she didn’t know how to do a thing either. But you clean up the home very well and you are an amazing cook. You can calmly handle any issue you encounter as well…”

Marcus went closer to her with a vague smirk. “I’m questioning whether you’re actually Yelena Jenner.”

Cordelia blanched as she stared at him dumbly. The corners of her lips twitched as she plastered on a forced, awkward smile.

“I—of course I-I’m Yelena.” Her gaze was evasive as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “Rumors, right? They’re always different from the truth. Don’t listen to their nonsense. I am the heiress of the Jenners. You didn’t marry the wrong person!”

genuinely. That was fine, he could wait—he could wait

kitchen, somebody

“Marcus, you home?”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

Cordelia to go inside and close the

a few dull thuds outside the house before the men’s agonized moans and

window. Marcus had beaten those thugs down. They were bruised and swollen as they begged for mercy on their

in front of the

He picked up the stick that Cordelia had used and hurled

harm my wife again and it won’t just be your leg that gets broken next time!” Marcus’ voice was a deep growl, and each word was oozing

terror, and Cordelia hid inside, trying to calm her thumping heart down even though her

dried blood on him,

went over and put a large hand

hug him and

soft, dependent side of her hit

tougher than I imagined.” He chuckled. “You actually chased them away with a

else could I do?” Cordelia looked up defiantly. “No one around offered to help, and you weren’t

keeping you company at home,” Marcus said in a deep

deeper in

past the man’s ripped chest, and his prominent muscles