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!”

Marcus actually laughed genuinely. That was fine, he could wait—he could wait until the day she was willing to

the kitchen, somebody knocked on their

“Marcus, you home?”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

to go inside and close the

heard a few

down. They were bruised and

ground in front of the house was

not seem satisfied. He picked up the stick that Cordelia had used

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

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

moment. When she saw the dried blood on him, her lips moved but

went over and put a large

her arms to hug him and snuggling her face against his

of her hit a soft spot in

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

one around offered to help, and you weren’t home. I could only encourage

keeping you company at home,” Marcus said

in his chest

chest, and his prominent muscles made