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…

barely take it as she

leg injury hasn’t healed yet. I

more exercise with your leg, or it’ll

while

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

how to answer him and could only respond shyly following

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

…

woke up at the crack

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

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

not help kissing her lips, but the sweetness of it stirred his urge

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

disturb you this early in the morning?” Fredric asked in a

“What’s the matter?”

“Your old man has been lashing out recently and took back a subsidiary under Matthew. All the Hamertons are saying that you’re the

It was him

in the Hamertons—lots more who

my uncle’s response?” asked

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

that he was able to correct himself, that he was kind and honest, and that he was serving his family

With such overwhelming praises,

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

dark as his grip on the balcony

won’t return to Centrolis

the chance if you

well watch what he does and strike his fatal point to beat

agreeing with his

phone just then.

a whine. Even through the phone call, Fredric was astonished by it—what was more, Marcus, who faced

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

hurry

to reach for the clothes on the floor. However, her left leg prevented