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?!”

end of the line, Josiah shuddered after a jolt and stammered, “Z… y-you… Is it a bad

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

bra—a simple

his senses, just as he was about to

water in the afternoon. I’m going to die. I

of eyes met. Both of

the dirty laundry, the washing machine with its door open, and… She cried out and blushed in the blink

you holding

bra from his hand swiftly, wishing nothing more than

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

burglar, right? The perverted kind who would

as naturally as possible, “I don’t have much to do at home, so I planned

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

all here. I’ll do

requires effort from both people? The house chores should be

fine, it’s really fine! This is mine. I’ll wash it

adorable despite how embarrassed

her. The edge that he had repressed just