Married a Secret Billionaire

“Are you done?” He knocked on the door. The water running inside stopped.

“I can come in and help you…”

“No need!” Cordelia cried, “I can handle it!”

Marcus paused with a small smile. The sound of the running water tickled his heart. Once he thought of Cordelia’s plastered leg and that she had to struggle alone in the slippery bathtub as well as watch out for the tiled floor, he frowned. He should better go in!

It was not to take advantage of the girl. He was preventing her from falling. With such thoughts, Marcus pushed the door open only to see Cordelia getting out of the bathtub when he looked up…

Her skin was smooth and supple. She was gorgeous getting out of the bathtub and wearing nothing. Marcus gulped, feeling parched. He felt like his blood had all rushed up to his head!

Cordelia was surprised. Because of her leg cast that could not get wet, her leg had been stretched out of the bathtub. Now that she had to get out of it…

“Ah!” she cried and flushed nervously in embarrassment. As her foot slipped, she fell toward the tiled floor. She did not land on the floor, though, as she fell securely into a warm chest.

Marcus grabbed the towel to cover her up, but his hand hovered in the air. The scene presented before him was giving him feelings…

What should have happened on their wedding night had been postponed until almost half a year now! He had not been intimate with her back then because they were basically strangers living under the same roof. They naturally needed some time to get used to it.

Now, however…

“S-Stop looking!” Cordelia shyly turned her face away.

“Mm, I won’t look.” Marcus chuckled, his husky tone tinged with lust. He bent to carry her up.

Cordelia’s mind went blank. When she reacted again, Marcus was already placing her carefully on the bed.

The man got up on top of her after that. There seemed to be two burning flames in his deep eyes.

Cordelia’s breathing quickened. She felt his scattered kisses, gentle and cherishing her.

“Tonight…”

asking for her permission. His word was masculine

shuffled anxiously, her wet eyes

and avoided her injured

a deep tone. “Don’t

so Marcus took her

house chores, and even cooking was a problem. Now

that, her eyes sparkled the moment Marcus carried her

was clean and tidy. Everything was put in place, not looking any

bad, huh?”

gaze at her was like a little boy who was waiting

had always thought that her husband was unpredictable, but all she saw was him browsing finance news in various foreign languages usually. She did not expect him to be able

Marcus served

too much salt. However, she was already pleasantly surprised with how

playfully. “Looks like me getting injured is a

a cryptic gaze and replied in a slightly husky voice, “I can

as

smiled at her and enjoyed

of the activities, but taking a shower became an issue. Marcus offered to help her, but

man chortled. “We’re already husband and wife, and you still mind? You’re inconvenienced by

hands clutching the hem

she bit her lips lightly. Her shyness, innocence, and anxiousness about ***, her embarrassed soft murmurs in front of him like she was playing hard-to-get… All those stripped him of his rationality and made him lose

his eyes and took a

her a clean towel. “I’ll be at the door. Call me if

and darted into the

Marcus paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door since he was

the door.

in

Cordelia cried,