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.

that, her time at home was not restful either, as she smelled a strange herbal aroma coming from the kitchen since she

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

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

and turned back to look at her. “You’re awake? You don’t feel well,

are you up

was scrambling. “Go rest. I’ll

her lips. His action warmed her, but her mind reminded her of something else—was he as considerate to his “first love” back then? A 16-year-old boy was

abdomen after standing so long, she felt frustrated. It was a coincidence that Marcus turned back to glance at

smiling at him

a discussion. He turned off the stove and

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

Marcus?” Linda was surprised

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

I am,” replied Marcus. “Linda

meet you.” Linda

to let

caught a whiff of the

Linda looked at him. “Why is she taking

around for a recipe that

“Oh.” Linda nodded thoughtfully.

influence. She felt something was wrong just from sniffing the smell and thought she would check out what the pot was

It’s just period pain, but I act like

though.” Linda chuckled. “You

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

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