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.

had a bad stomachache, so she took a day off 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 since

to get out of bed, she went to the kitchen and saw Marcus busy inside. The breakfast he had prepared for her was spread out on the table—burnt eggs, burnt toast, and a bowl of watery oats. It

softly while leaning against the kitchen’s door frame, “You don’t know

feel well,

are you up

making you some soup.” Marcus was scrambling. “Go rest.

as considerate to his “first love” back then? A 16-year-old

addition to the twisting pain in her lower abdomen after standing so long, she felt frustrated. It was a coincidence that Marcus turned back to glance at

was just smiling at him a second ago, and she glared at

He turned off the stove and wanted to inform

was the one standing outside. She had heard that Cordelia was not feeling well,

surprised when the door

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

replied Marcus.

to meet you.”

aside to let

Linda stepped inside, she caught a whiff of the strong herbal scent

looked

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

“Oh.” Linda nodded thoughtfully.

was wrong just from sniffing the smell and thought she would check out what the pot was cooking when she had a chance later. After

out of her room. “I’m so sorry. It’s just period pain, but I act like I’ve fallen so

Linda chuckled. “You don’t look too good.

brows were scrunched together. “Can you get more painkillers from your mom for me? They’re effective. I felt better right away after

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