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.

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

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

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

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

are you up

scrambling. “Go rest.

something else—was he as considerate to his “first love” back then? A

her lower abdomen after standing so long, she felt frustrated. It was a coincidence

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

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

not feeling well, so she came to visit while

surprised when the door

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

replied

meet you.” Linda

aside to let her

Linda stepped inside, she caught a whiff of the

looked at him. “Why is she

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

“Oh.” Linda nodded thoughtfully.

in 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

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

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

for me? They’re effective. I felt better right away after taking them the

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