Married a Secret Billionaire

Marcus did not notice the subtle change of expression on her. He played with her hair and said softly. “I’ll be busy the next few days. I won’t be home, so take good care of yourself.”

“What?” Cordelia was shocked. She looked at him with her eyes widened.

“What is it that you’re gonna do?”

“I have a competition,” said Marcus flatly. “I’ll be focused on my training these days, so I can’t come home every day.”

“Oh.” Cordelia was slightly disappointed but nodded and continued leaning on him.

Marcus could no longer hold back after falling into silence for a moment. He chuckled. “That’s it? Aren’t you going to ask why I can’t come home every day?

“I heard other people’s wives aren’t like that with their husbands.” His sharp brows were raised.

“Those women are very tense. They’ll call their husbands even if they get home slightly later. But you… are not like them!”

“But you told me you’re going to a competition.” The lady’s voice was coquettish. “Apart from giving you my full support, what else can I say?”

Marcus was intrigued. He smiled and pulled her shoulder over to him.

Cordelia hugged him tighter, sticking her tiny face on his chest. With a coquettish voice, she asked. “Will you really…not come home every day?”

“Yes.”

“How many days, then?”

in a week, so I’ll be in

you come home every day even if it’s

out her phone and showed Marcus all of the texts that Oliver

you.” She was smart. “Also, he gave me five sales when I was promoted to supervisor. It became something that people talked about in the office! Also, there’s only one objective of why

knew

Oliver at the ball the other night. That was especially so after showing an unusual interest in the ring Cordelia was wearing. That made him put his

seemed like Oliver

got someone to watch him, he should not get someone who would expose himself

Cordelia. This young lady was kind and pure. She was definitely not a

had to

matter what, I just think he is very strange, but I can’t figure out what’s his reason for doing that. Why does he want to know

with my old life. I no longer

don’t have to worry either. I didn’t

“What?” He was surprised.

wanted to send me home, so I told him I was taking the train…

as he looked at her. He was willing to have his freedom stripped

something more important waiting

of the shower. They leaned on each other on the couch intimately. She had her nose near his neck as the scent of body wash on her man overcame

by the tantalizing thoughts that she had.

of expression on her. He played with her hair and said softly. “I’ll be busy the next few