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?!”

the line, Josiah shuddered after a jolt and

touch and the faint fragrant scent on it suddenly sparked a different feeling within

bra—a simple basic

he came back to his senses, just as he was about to

much water in the afternoon. I’m

pairs of eyes met.

Marcus in surprise before her gaze went down and she spotted the laundry basket beside him, the dirty laundry, the washing machine

you holding

from his hand swiftly, wishing nothing more than to bury herself in a

reaction, anyone who didn’t know better would have thought that a burglar was

did not see him as a burglar, right? The perverted kind who would only

possible, “I don’t have much to

eyes down, not daring to look at him, while

all here. I’ll do it

effort from both people? The house chores

fine! This is mine. I’ll wash

adorable despite how embarrassed

had repressed just now ran amok within him like a