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

hasn’t healed yet. I

need more exercise with your

me while

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

to answer

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

…

up at

wake up at 4:00 a.m. to work. He would

he was

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

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

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

“What’s the matter?”

back a subsidiary under Matthew. All the Hamertons are saying that you’re

It was

doted on him, and there was 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

uncle’s response?” asked Marcus, lowering

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

compliments saying that

With such overwhelming praises,

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

his grip on the balcony

return to Centrolis

miss the chance if you don’t

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

nodded, agreeing with

the phone just then. “Marcus? Darling…

soft and languid with a hint of a whine. Even through the phone call, Fredric was astonished by it—what

that there was another reason the man was not returning to Centrolis

in a hurry and went

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