Married a Secret Billionaire

Fredric glanced at him cryptically. “Since when has he been normal ever since he met Cordelia?”

…

Cordelia blanked out the whole day, staring at the computer. Not even a word flashed on the sales report. It even took her a while to snap out of herself when Annie called for her.

“What’s wrong?” Annie packed up while she looked at her. “It’s time to get off work, and you’re still sitting here!”

Cordelia seemed a little tranced. When she snapped her head up, everyone in the office except her and Annie had left. Even Annie had turned off her computer, getting ready to leave.

“Cordelia, you don’t look too good recently.” She asked in concern, “Did something happen? Did you fight with your husband?”

“No.” Cordelia forced a smile. “Just a little misunderstanding.”

“Since it’s a small misunderstanding, just explain it,” Annie said with a smile. “I always hear my mom say that couples who always bicker have better relationships. Spouses fight and make up… all in the same bed!”

Cordelia froze and chuckled awkwardly. She had gotten married, yet her cherry had still not been popped. Same bed? Hah…

She suddenly raised a brow, thinking about this. Was this related to what Marcus had said the other day? She did not let him touch her despite how long they had been married. Any normal man would be unable to take it.

That was why he suspected her and brought up some Mr. Hamerton so she could fly high for no reason.

Cordelia bit her lips. The guilt that seeped into her washed away the disappointment and grievances she felt these few days. She was actually responsible as well, as she did not fulfill a wife’s duty.

They could… tonight…

Cordelia blushed as her heart thumped wildly. She was going to go home when Jesse came toward her.

“Cordelia, stay back for a moment!”

At the top floor of Regalia Hotel…

was not good today. The fog was thick above the sea far away, seeing no end like the knot in his

you not interested in Mr.

high society if he took a liking to

…

his hold on the wine glass, his joints

her. Not only had she not allowed him in the bedroom these days, but she was also icy to him. She prepared the meals and

to losing his

the helipad not far away. The wind stirred from the rotating propellers messed up Marcus’ hair and swept a corner of his shirt up

ecstatically and ran over to Marcus when he saw him. The closer he got, though, the more he realized that the

had specifically ordered the hotel to prepare white truffles and caviar, but

He quietly sat on the chair across from the man and kept his eyes on Fredric, hoping to get some sort of hint

could not figure Marcus out either, so he silently read and

Josiah was unable to handle this quiet and oppressed mood. He chuckled dryly and tried to strike up a conversation, “Uh, Z… I showed Cordelia’s sales proposal to a few directors under me, and they showered it with praise, saying it’s

Marcus happier, but the latter only glowered darker and

before it thumped

happen. Bowfest Foreign

is your company’s business matter. Should I be

Josiah was confused again.

who arranged for Cordelia to

Jenners at the door and could come in for a good meal and a good rest…

Couldn’t you send her a stylist

your identity be

later! What’s the difference, sooner or

said that

even get something this small done! F*cking trash!” Marcus sprang up and glared at him before

at Fredric, who was equally lost when Marcus’ back disappeared in

up with him?