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 as

hasn’t healed

retorted, “You need more exercise with your leg, or

me while

said, “Alright, I’ll help you down to walk around since your

answer him and

her eyes, listening to the light shower of rain pitter-pattering on the window

…

at the crack of

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

was filled with the impulse to sleep

look at her silently. The girl was sound asleep and looked endearing. He could not help kissing her lips, but the sweetness of it stirred his urge

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

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

“What’s the matter?”

been lashing out recently and took back a subsidiary under Matthew. All the Hamertons are saying

smiled. It was

fabricated them. Besides, there were many people in the Hamertons—lots more who were more courageous than Matthew. His grandfather was aged but

response?” asked Marcus, lowering

Not only did he cry admitting his mistake, but he even knelt down at the family memorial hall and reflected himself to your ancestors

imagine how Centrolis’ media would report on Matthew. It would all be positive compliments saying that he was able to correct himself, that he was kind and honest, and that he was serving his family

trick. With such overwhelming praises,

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

his grip on the

won’t return to Centrolis

miss the chance if you don’t return

his award-winning acting skills. Might as well watch what he does and strike his fatal point to

nodded, agreeing with his

sounded from the phone

a whine. Even through the phone call, Fredric was astonished

grinned. It seemed that there was another reason the man was not returning to

in a hurry and went to

reach for the clothes on the floor. However, her left leg prevented her from getting anything, even when her face