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!”

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

kitchen, somebody knocked on

“Marcus, you home?”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

go inside

in after her. She heard a few dull thuds outside the house

out the window. Marcus had beaten those thugs down. They were bruised

ground in front of the house was

satisfied. He picked up the stick that Cordelia had used and hurled it down on one of the men’s

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

off in terror, and Cordelia hid inside, trying to calm her thumping heart down even though her panting still gave it

dried blood on him,

you frightened just now?” Marcus went over and put a large hand on her

head, stretching her arms to hug him and snuggling

her hit a soft spot

“You actually chased them away with

“No one around offered to help, and you weren’t home. I could only encourage

my fault. I should have been keeping you company at home,” Marcus said in a deep tone. “But I don’t

buried her face deeper in his chest and giggled

past the man’s ripped chest, and his