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.

you okay?” Cordelia

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

the man have a sixth sense that let him know she had

“If certain people genuinely are untalented at

better. People who haven’t closed a single deal and only make the

head ducked. The frown between

she went home after a day’s worth of exhaustion, she was greeted like a boss by Marcus, who was on his phone

in for some time finally

“You… didn’t make dinner?”

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 a begrudging wife complaining

Marcus felt his gaze on her unknowingly

from the couch with an innocent expression. “Haven’t you been

he was notches taller than her when he stood up before her. She deflated at first. Besides, she was gentle and

It was just that…

this while, but I’m out working now. You… Shouldn’t you share

to cook, you could have prepared the ingredients. Are you

It barely counted, actually. She was just grumbling. The way the girl wanted to get angry but dared

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

explained frantically, “I didn’t mean

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