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 door

he scratched his

into silence for a moment, he had his eyes on the

laid on them. Cordelia’s scent lingered on the pillow and blanket. He could

teeth while tossing and turning and

Marcus was stunned too.

his rage that obvious? Why was he jealous of Josiah for nothing? The latter had been

and took a sip of water.

pair of tiny, soft hands tucked at

her body flirted with his

soft as cotton candy. She showed a pleasing smile. “I’ll stop if you don’t like me talking about

instinctively smirked. He felt

work.” He turned his face to look at her and

“Who do you want me to

He paused. “Wasn’t that ball organized by the Hamertons?

and a light shake of the

Marcus’ eyes dimmed.

refused to give up and continued to ask, “You

glanced at him before getting up to collect the washed clothes on the

don’t know that person, nor have I met him. What does his welcome dinner have anything

her with his interest piqued. “But I heard he’s powerful. The Hamertons control Centrolis’ economy. Many

you curious about what he looks like? You didn’t check him out

Cordelia chuckled. “Why would

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