Married a Secret Billionaire

The next day, it was a weekend, so Cordelia went shopping, hooking arms with Marcus.

Marcus had never been interested in shopping, but the girl insisted on buying him fitted clothes. They shopped around for some time before finally deciding on a luxury brand of menswear. Cordelia pulled him there happily.

Even when Marcus kept emphasizing that his job was as a boxing instructor, Cordelia wanted him to try the tailor-made suit.

“Even if you’re an instructor, you could use a suit too!” She looked at him seriously and chuckled, saying, “The suit looks nice, and it’s free to try it on. Put it on for me!”

Unable to stop her from getting her way, Marcus could only go to the fitting room with the suit.

When he came out, Cordelia’s eyes bulged. The man was always wearing T-shirts and jeans or sportswear. This was her first time seeing him dressed properly. She did not expect her husband to look so good in a suit!

Marcus was slightly over six feet. He was tall and well-built with almost perfect proportions. He was basically a walking mannequin. The suit looked like it was made for him as it accentuated his figure and made him look fine and handsome.

In addition to his manly features, Cordelia felt he was a hundred times better looking than the models in magazines!

She felt the suit and thought the fabric and workmanship were rather detailed. Marcus looked great in it too. However, when she saw the price tag, she felt her heart jolt. Nonetheless, she smiled at the sales assistant and told them she wanted the suit.

Her subtle change of expression did not escape Marcus’ eyes. A rush of emotion came to him.

The suits he used to wear were limited haute couture from top international brands. The best designers personally measured and tailored the suits for him.

like this were basically cheap stuff to

bucket of cold water on her seeing how bright her smile was.

so handsome in it! I know now. I’ll get you shirts and a few nice long ties the next

stopped talking and

adjusted to a comfortable position to look at her with

I’m not the kind of person who must get rich. It doesn’t matter how much money you make as

He nodded seriously.

contests and stuff. Don’t push yourself too much. We don’t need those cash prizes! Anyway, I

“Third…”

at him and said softly after stalling for some time,

it in this time and burst

an apple as she buried her head into his

I forbid others from touching

you go to work! Stay right here at home and

her tightly and promised seriously in a whisper next to her ear, “Okay. I’ll listen

relaxed. She grinned and fell asleep in his arms not

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day, it was a weekend, so Cordelia went shopping, hooking

clothes. They shopped around for some time before finally deciding on a luxury

was as a boxing instructor, Cordelia wanted him to try the tailor-made