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

healed yet. I need

exercise with your leg, or it’ll

while I can’t

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

how to answer him and

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

…

eventually woke up at

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

was filled with the impulse to sleep

could not help kissing her lips, but the sweetness of it stirred his urge again. He tried to hold himself back as he thought about last night’s frenzy. She

and caught a glimpse of 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 subsidiary under

It was him

people in the Hamertons—lots

asked Marcus, lowering his

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

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

praises, even

and honest man

was dark as his grip on the balcony railing

won’t return to Centrolis

you miss the chance

I go back now 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 for

agreeing with his

voice sounded from the phone just then.

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

another reason

a hurry and went to

clothes on the floor. However, her left leg prevented her from getting anything, even