Married a Secret Billionaire

“You were at the hotel. Aren’t you curious about what he looks like? You didn’t check him out at the ball?”

“Are you out of your mind?” Cordelia chuckled. “Why would I be curious about him?”

“Weren’t they picking a wife for him at the ball?” he asked. “If you went to the ball, wouldn’t you get ahead if he fell for you? That’d be such a great opportunity!”

Cordelia stopped the work she was doing. She frowned, lifting her eyes to look at him.

“So I’m such a woman to you?”

Marcus was stunned.

His lady was always soft and would always smile at him. It was his first time seeing such a serious Cordelia.

“Marcus, I know who I am. I’m married, I have a husband. I’ve been taking care of our relationship. I’ve been nothing but loyal to our marriage!

“I’ve never thought about clinging to the powerful to get ahead! I don’t care who Mr. Z is. Those men have nothing to do with me! Ever since marrying you, I have had my mind set on being with you for the rest of my life… How dare you say that?”

“No, I…” Marcus felt his throat tighten. He was dying to swallow whatever he had said before!

He always said Josiah was a fool!

Was he not a fool as well?

Marcus started sweating and could not say a word.

Feeling wronged, Cordelia glared at him and turned around to go to the room. Marcus followed like a puppy. When he tried to explain, he saw her carrying his pillow and blanket. She then tossed them on the couch!

He wanted to hold her hand, but his lady shook it off stubbornly and shut the door.

the

he scratched his head

a moment, he had his eyes on the pillow and blanket. Those things were initially

them. Cordelia’s scent lingered on

his teeth while tossing and turning and

Marcus was stunned too.

obvious? Why was he jealous of Josiah for nothing?

up the mug and took a

pair of tiny, soft hands tucked at

her body flirted

as soft as cotton candy. She showed a pleasing smile. “I’ll stop if

He felt better

dislike listening to you talk about your work.” He turned his face to look at her and spoke slowly. “It’s just that you’ve been talking about

eyes. “Who do you

the Hamertons?

about it, and a

Marcus’ eyes dimmed.

continued to ask, “You don’t know

are we talking about him?” She glanced at him before getting up to collect the washed clothes on the balcony. She started folding

that person, nor have I met him. What

control Centrolis’ economy. Many socialites went to the dinner. Books

at the hotel. Aren’t you curious about what he looks

mind?” Cordelia chuckled.

him at the ball?” he asked. “If you went to the ball, wouldn’t you get ahead if he