Married a Secret Billionaire

Marcus looked at her. The edge that he had repressed just now ran amok within him like a wild beast again.

“I’m your husband.” His voice was husky as he purposely spoke next to her ear. “We’re together in this. Doesn’t it make sense for me to wash your bra for you?”

Cordelia kept her head ducked as her bright eyes shone with nervousness and her breathing quickened.

As Marcus’ heated chest pressed close to her and she clutched her bra, despite her anxious state, there was a hint of docile softness in her. She was like a defenseless kitten, completely captivating the man’s protectiveness and possessiveness.

An abrupt force pulled Cordelia into Marcus’ arms before his kisses invaded her world. She lost her footing instantly. Not knowing how to kiss, as she faced the man’s strong presence, she could only clumsily reciprocate.

Her inexperience only made Marcus want to cherish her more…

Cordelia’s face was red from the kisses as she panted with wet eyes. She stared at Marcus in a daze, not knowing what he would do next.

What was supposed to happen on the night of their wedding… Was it going to happen now?

“Marcus…” Cordelia’s soft voice felt like a hint, like a kitten softly clawing at the man’s heart.

Marcus picked her up and strode right into the bedroom before landing with her on the bed. He was about to unclothe her, when his phone rang. It sounded again and again, determined to make him answer it.

Marcus let out a heavy breath and got off the bed to go to the living room. His voice was close to a growl when he answered the call. “What is it?!”

Josiah shuddered after a jolt

down to pick it up. The soft cotton touch and the faint fragrant scent on

was Cordelia’s bra—a simple basic

he was about to shove all the clothes into the washing machine, he heard the sound of the door, then

you home? Gosh, I drank too much water in the afternoon. I’m going to

of eyes met. Both of them

went down and she spotted the laundry basket beside him, the dirty laundry,

you

her bra from his hand swiftly, wishing nothing more than to

as well. Judging by her reaction, anyone who didn’t know better would have thought that a burglar was in

as a burglar, right? The perverted kind who would only steal

as naturally as possible, “I don’t have much to do

kept her eyes down, not daring to look at him,

it all here.

requires effort from both people? The house chores should

This is mine. I’ll wash it

absolutely adorable despite how embarrassed and

looked at her. The edge that he had repressed just now ran