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…

take it as she nagged

healed yet. I

man retorted, “You need more exercise with

me while I

I’ll help you

did not know how to answer

listening to the light shower of rain pitter-pattering on the window and feeling the man’s

…

eventually woke up at

was at the Hamertons’, he would sometimes wake up at 4:00 a.m. to work.

Cordelia last night, he was

the sweetness of it stirred his urge again. He tried to

his phone screen lighting up. He put on a T-shirt and got out of bed

I didn’t disturb you this early in the morning?” Fredric asked in a

“What’s the matter?”

chuckled. “Your old man has been lashing out recently and took back a

smiled. It was

Hamertons—lots more who were more courageous than Matthew. His

response?” asked Marcus, lowering his

he’s sincere in front of the old man.” Fredric 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 and

Matthew. It would all be positive compliments saying that he was able to correct himself, that he was kind and honest,

trick. With such overwhelming praises, even his grave mistake

believe that such a kind and honest man would

was dark as his grip

won’t return to Centrolis

the chance if you don’t return

with his award-winning acting skills. Might as well watch what he does and strike his fatal point to beat him and his lackeys once and

nodded, agreeing with his

sounded from the phone just then. “Marcus? Darling… where

and languid with a hint of a whine. Even through the phone call, Fredric was astonished by it—what was more, Marcus, who faced her

seemed that there was another reason the man was

in a hurry and went to the

in the blanket as she tried to reach for the clothes on the floor.