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!”

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

hurried back into the kitchen,

“Marcus, you home?”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

to go inside and close the

after her. She heard a few dull

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

in front of the house was

seem satisfied. He picked up the stick that Cordelia had

leg that gets broken next time!” Marcus’

off in terror, and Cordelia hid inside, trying to calm her

the dried blood on him, her lips moved but

went over and put a large

head, stretching her arms to hug

of her hit a soft

chuckled. “You actually chased them away

“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.

buried her face deeper in

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