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

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

you like it?” Cordelia flew back to him after she 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

stopped talking

comfortable position to look at

kind of person who must get rich. It doesn’t matter how much money you make as long as we

He nodded seriously.

yourself too much. We don’t need those cash prizes! Anyway, I can only support you 100% with the premise that

“Third…”

and said softly after stalling for some time, “If you have

it in this time and burst out

like an apple as she buried her head into his chest and punched

it!” She protested. “I’m a woman, so I know what the other women think! I… I forbid others from

agree, I won’t let you go to work!

affection for her. He hugged her tightly and promised seriously in a whisper next to her ear, “Okay. I’ll listen to everything you

his arms not too

…

it was a weekend, so Cordelia went shopping, hooking

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

that his job was as a boxing instructor, Cordelia wanted