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.

so she took a day off and did not go to work. Despite that, her time at home was

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

told him softly while leaning against the kitchen’s door frame, “You don’t know how. Let

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

are you up

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

of something else—was he as considerate to his “first love” back then? A 16-year-old boy was in the prime of his youth, so he must have been so

frustrated. It was a coincidence that Marcus turned back to glance at

Were all menstruating women this moody? She was just smiling at him a second ago, and she glared at him the next

He turned off the stove and wanted to inform Cordelia when a

the one standing outside. She had heard that Cordelia was not feeling well, so she came to visit

Marcus?” Linda was surprised when the door

to jail would look somewhat thuggish or even demotivated, but this man was tall

replied

meet

aside to let her

she caught a whiff of the strong herbal scent

Is she very ill?” Linda looked at him. “Why is

that says making soup

“Oh.” Linda nodded thoughtfully.

wrong just from sniffing the smell and thought she would check out what the pot was cooking when she had a chance later. After all, it was for consumption. She had

out of her 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

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

your mom for me? They’re

husband made you an all-healing soup. It’s so much better than those painkillers!” Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated