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 watched him without

with a blank face. “Let’s

wide-eyed. Did the man have a sixth sense that let him know she

the company.” Karine purposely began to mock her during the meeting. “If certain

who haven’t closed a single deal and only make the basic

ducked. The frown between her brows remained there the

home after a 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

“You… didn’t make dinner?”

phone. The small woman in front of him had a slightly red face as she panted, her chest heaving. Her

gaze on her unknowingly turn

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

and bit her lip. Marcus’ size was intimidating, as he was notches taller than her when he stood up before her. She deflated at

It was just that…

down. “I’ve been cooking all this while, but I’m out working now. You… Shouldn’t you share some of the chores? This isn’t just my

know how to cook, you could have prepared the

grumbling. The way the girl wanted to get angry but dared not to made her look adorable as a peach.

nodded. “You’re complaining that I’m not working and

aback. Then, she explained frantically, “I didn’t mean it like

to watch her with a smirk, a flash of playful affection that he did