Married a Secret Billionaire

“Really?” Marcus’ smile grew deeper as he went closer to look at her. “The rich are still better off than regular people. Even though you got married and are no longer the Jenner bachelorette, your savings must still be more than regular people’s. Oh, and you must have gotten luxurious wedding gifts too since you come from a wealthy family? Why haven’t I seen them?”

Cordelia’s face was red as she swiveled around to look at him, her pretty eyes shiny and exasperated.

“W-Why are you asking me all this? Have—Have I starved you or mistreated you since we got married? Have I not treated you well? Are you suspecting that I’m hiding money? Is that why you’re asking this? You—”

The small woman was cute when she got edgy. As she spoke, she lost her confidence and looked down, her long lashes quivering. The sight of her made one want to coddle her.

Had she not treated him well? One of them was still sleeping on the couch, while the other slept on the bed—was this not mistreatment?

Marcus did his best to hold back his laughter and coughed.

“I’m just chatting casually. Why are you so worked up?”

Cordelia sucked in a breath and puffed up her chest. “Worked up? Am I? Hah, I’m just chatting casually! I’m not worked up at all!”

She turned around and continued her task after saying that, but she caught the man standing by the kitchen door out of the corner of her eye. She also felt his gaze on her, which was like pins and needles on her back.

She calmed herself down enough to keep cooking. She was usually smooth and fast when preparing their meals, but she nearly burned a simple dish that day…

a secret, it seemed that she would have to keep playing the role of a

Josiah was actually befuddled.

attract attention if he did so by using his status. If it turned out

if someone makes things up in the meantime and

head

…

her second month at work. She now had a basic understanding of some workforce survival rules and knew how to avoid Karine picking on her. She also knew how

this drained her energy so much that she was exhausted

of fatigue. When she woke up and discovered that she

would not use her bed in the bedroom. Cordelia chuckled, feeling

her, “You might as well quit

him. “Where will we get the money to feed ourselves and pay rent

about petty money

know how expensive groceries are because you don’t buy them. My salary is

refer to them as

you married me? Why do I keep feeling

was cutting up some vegetables, nearly cut her

though I’m a rich heiress, I’m married now and I have my own family. I’m no longer with my family. Of course