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!”

That was fine, he could wait—he could wait until the day she was willing to

back into the kitchen, somebody knocked on

“Marcus, you home?”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

Cordelia to go inside and close

followed obediently, but the man did not go in after her. She heard a few dull thuds outside the house before the men’s agonized moans and cries

thugs down. They were bruised and swollen as they begged for mercy

in front of the house was all bloody

stick that Cordelia had used and hurled it down on one of

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

trying to calm her thumping heart down even though her panting

dried blood on him, her lips moved

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

her arms to hug

soft, dependent side of her hit

imagined.” He chuckled. “You actually chased them away with a stick when they

Cordelia looked up defiantly. “No one around offered to help, and

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

her face deeper in his

ripped chest,