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?!”

jolt

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

was Cordelia’s bra—a

back to his senses, just as he was about to shove all the clothes into the washing machine, he heard the sound of the door, then the small

the afternoon. I’m going to die. I need

met. Both of them were

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

are you

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

well. Judging by her reaction, anyone who didn’t know better would have thought

did not see him as a burglar, right? The perverted

“I don’t have much to do at home, so I

daring to look at him,

all here.

effort from both people? The

fine! This is mine.

her head, looking absolutely adorable despite how embarrassed

repressed just now ran amok within him