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.

this were basically cheap stuff to

but he could not bear to pour the bucket of cold water

paid, chattering, “You look so handsome in it! I know now. I’ll get you shirts and a few nice long ties the next time I shop for you,

suddenly stopped talking and

position to look at her with a

get rich. It doesn’t matter how much money you make as long as we make ends meet. What’s important

He nodded seriously.

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

“Third…”

after stalling for some time, “If you have female students, you can’t

it in this time

apple as she buried her head into his chest and

I know what the other women think! I… I forbid others from touching you anyway! Normal physical contact is fine but something that crosses the line like

won’t let you go to work! Stay right here at home and don’t

her. He hugged her tightly and promised seriously in a whisper next to

in his arms not too long later. She even had an

…

day, it was a weekend, so

never been interested in shopping, but the girl insisted on buying him fitted clothes. They shopped around

that his job was as a boxing instructor, Cordelia wanted him to try