Married a Secret Billionaire

Fredric grinned. It seemed that there was another reason the man was not returning to Centrolis just yet…

Marcus hung up in a hurry and went to the bedroom.

Cordelia was wrapped up in the blanket as she tried to reach for the clothes on the floor. However, her left leg prevented her from getting anything, even when her face was red from exertion.

Marcus went in and picked up the clothes on the floor before carefully draping them over her.

Cordelia glanced at him and lowered her head shyly. Her gaze at him was different from the past now. She had entirely transformed into a darling wife who was attached to her husband.

Marcus stroked her burning cheek gently and asked, “Are you still in discomfort?”

Cordelia nodded almost unnoticeably before smiling and snuggling into his chest.

“Sorry.” Marcus rubbed her hair and spoke softly by her ear. “But… I’ll know what to do the next time.”

She punched him and whined. “Alright, stop it!”

With his arms around her, Marcus laughed heartily.

“Sleep a bit more. I’ll go make breakfast.” He volunteered. “What do you feel like having?”

“Anything?” Cordelia blinked her big eyes. “Hmm… I don’t really have an appetite. Just make me some pasta.”

“Sure, I’ll add some protein. Let’s make pasta and chicken.”

“Chicken this early in the morning?”

“You worked hard last night.” Marcus smirked. “To replenish you!”

Cordelia flushed as she pummeled him softly. “Stop it! You’re not listening!”

…

The next few days, Cordelia realized that Marcus had not been joking with what he had said.

Her leg injury inconvenienced her movements, so the man took it as an excuse to carry her around daily. She could have used the crutches, but he forbade it. He carried her from the moment she woke up in the morning until she went to bed at night, then…

it

injury hasn’t healed yet. I

man retorted, “You need more exercise with your leg, or it’ll get

just bullying me while I can’t

I’ll help you down to walk around since your leg is

not know how to answer him and could

shower of rain pitter-pattering on the window and feeling the

…

up at the crack of

he was at the Hamertons’, he would sometimes wake up at 4:00 a.m. to work. He would always wake up early, a habit unchanged

because of Cordelia last night, he was filled with the impulse to sleep in for

silently. The girl was sound asleep and looked endearing. He could not help kissing her lips, but the sweetness of

screen lighting up. He put on

early in

“What’s the matter?”

lashing out recently and took back a subsidiary under Matthew.

smiled. It was him

a flaw in Matthew’s accounts, no matter how perfect he fabricated them. Besides, there were many people in the Hamertons—lots more who were more courageous than Matthew. His grandfather was aged but not senile.

response?” asked Marcus, lowering

chortled. “Don’t you know your second uncle well enough? Not only did he cry admitting his mistake, but he even knelt down at the family memorial hall

how Centrolis’ media would report on Matthew. It would all be positive compliments saying that he was able to correct himself, that he

With such overwhelming praises,

how could the outsiders believe that such a kind and honest man would tinker with

was dark as his grip

return to Centrolis

paused. “Won’t you miss the chance if

well watch what he does and strike his fatal point

agreeing with his

from the phone just then. “Marcus? Darling…

languid with a hint of a whine. Even through the phone call,

reason the man was not returning to

hung up in a hurry and went

reach for the clothes on the floor. However, her