Married a Secret Billionaire

“I…” Cordelia was taken aback. Then, she explained frantically, “I didn’t mean it like that!”

He went closer to watch her with a smirk, a flash of playful affection that he did not notice washing over the bottom of his deep eyes.

“Then what did you mean?”

“Marcus…” she started with a deep breath, looking at him seriously. “Since I got married to you, my mind has been set on spending the rest of my life with you. You’re my husband. How could I ever despise you?

“Even if you don’t work again in your life, I can take care of you.”

The more she spoke, the softer she grew. Then, she began wondering if what she was saying hurt his ego. Men were all egoistic, especially previously convicted men like him, so he must hate that this had been brought up.

“What are you saying?” Marcus tried to hold the corners of his lips down lest the girl caught him trying to laugh. “You’d take care of me?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

Marcus met her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were pure as crystals, sending a jolt right through him.

“Although men are breadwinners and women stay home traditionally…” Cordelia said. “This isn’t a conservative society anymore. Women can go out to work too. Who cares whether it’s the husband or the wife who earns money for the family? But both of them should contribute. When they work together, anything can be overcome!”

Marcus paused before chuckling. Cordelia was only soft on the outside, but she was more opinionated than anyone else. However, this was the first time the man heard a woman wanting to take care of a man. Since she had said so, he would just play along.

Marcus’ smile grew wider, looking a little strange to Cordelia’s eyes.

okay?” Cordelia watched him

his usual aloofness and coughed with a blank face. “Let’s go out

the man have a sixth

sales department is one of the most important departments in the company.” Karine purposely began to mock her during the meeting. “If

a single deal and only make the basic

between her brows remained there the

day’s worth of exhaustion, she was greeted like a boss by Marcus, who was on his phone on the couch, once she entered. The kitchen was empty, and there was not even

grievances Cordelia had held in for some time finally broke

“You… didn’t make dinner?”

shifted his gaze away from the phone. The small woman in front of him had a slightly red face as she panted, her chest heaving. Her big, bright eyes were trained on him. Despite that, her questioning tone did not sound interrogating—she was more like

Marcus felt his gaze on her unknowingly turn

with an innocent expression. “Haven’t you been the one cooking since we got

when he stood up before her. She deflated at first. Besides, she was gentle and tolerant, so

It was just that…

her eyes cast down. “I’ve been cooking all this while, but I’m out working now. You… Shouldn’t you share some of

if you don’t know how to cook, you could have prepared the ingredients.

actually. She was just grumbling. The way the girl wanted to get angry but dared not

complaining that I’m not working and I’m becoming a burden to

Cordelia was taken aback. Then, she explained frantically, “I didn’t mean

to watch her with a smirk, a flash of playful affection that he did not