Married a Secret Billionaire

Cordelia looked up at the man who stood by the side and smiled at him.

Marcus let her know he was going out. Like usual, he did not tell her who he was out with or what time he would be home, just that she did not have to wait up for him to eat if it got too late.

Cordelia sighed while looking at his back.

“This doesn’t sound right.” Linda looked at her with a smile. “Our Cordelia looks like she’s troubled?”

Cordelia bit her lips and spilled all about the man’s supposed first love.

Linda could not help laughing after listening to her.

“That’s it? Cordelia, you’re putting yourself through so much suffering over a mere imaginary rival? You’re hilarious!”

“I know it’s like I’m making it up. There’s no proof of it. It’s kind of ridiculous that I’m thinking like this.” Cordelia sat on the couch, hugging her legs, and rested her face in her hands. Her eyes were big and lost. “But I just can’t control myself.”

“You silly girl!” Linda counseled her, “This is all in your head! You can’t misunderstand him over a sentence he didn’t finish, right? He might not have anyone at all!

“Okay, so even if he does have a first love, that’s old history. He married you in the end, didn’t he? What are you worried about?

“Besides…” Linda pursed her lips and said, “A man like him has no family background, no job, and a mark on his record. Who do you think wants to fight for him with you? You’re the only one treasuring him!”

“What are you talking about!?” Cordelia glared at her without heat and chortled.

She did feel better after talking to Linda. Even her stomach hurt less.

It was then the pot on the stove gurgled. The herbal soup nearly bubbled over.

Linda darted to open the lid, but her gaze changed when she saw the soup’s ingredients.

and did not go to work. Despite that, her time at home was not restful either, as she smelled a strange herbal aroma coming from the kitchen

out on the table—burnt eggs, burnt toast, and a bowl of watery oats. It was not bad for this man who

told him softly while leaning against the kitchen’s door

was startled and turned back to look at her. “You’re awake? You don’t feel well, do you? Go

you

was scrambling. “Go rest. I’ll serve the soup

her of something else—was he as considerate to his “first love” back then? A 16-year-old boy was in the prime of his

so long, she felt frustrated. It was a coincidence that Marcus turned back to glance at her. She glared back at him and spun on her heel to go back to her

moody? She was just smiling at him a second ago, and she glared at him the next second!

discussion. He turned off the stove

heard that Cordelia was not feeling well, so she came to visit while she was

Marcus?” Linda was surprised when

her first time meeting Marcus. He was unlike what she had imagined at all. She had been under the impression that a man who had fought and gone to jail would look somewhat thuggish or even demotivated, but this man was tall and handsome. His sculpted face was firm and cold, and his deep eyes gave off nothing to others about what was in his mind. He

replied

to meet

aside to

stepped inside, she caught a whiff of

very ill?” Linda looked at him. “Why

stomachache. I asked around for a recipe that says making soup with these ingredients will make it

“Oh.” Linda nodded thoughtfully.

gynecology, so she grew up under that influence. She felt something was wrong just from sniffing the smell and thought she would check out what the pot was cooking when she had a chance later.

room. “I’m so sorry. It’s just period pain, but I act like I’ve fallen so sick, and you have to come to visit

isn’t anything petty to women, though.” Linda chuckled. “You don’t look too good. Does it hurt a

your mom for me? They’re effective. I felt better

need painkillers?” Linda pointed at the kitchen and giggled. “Your husband made you an all-healing soup. It’s so much