Married a Secret Billionaire

There was something in his eyes that she could not read. She did not know what it was. She hastily picked up the bowl and finished the soup.

After they finished their dinner, they went for a stroll beside the beach.

Cordelia leaned on his shoulder. After a while, she raised her head to observe the tall man beside her. With the help of the streetlight, his chiseled face was showcased, but she did not know why she had a feeling that he was hiding something from her.

Marcus noticed her gaze, lowered his face, and asked with a smile on his face, “Why are you looking at me like this?”

“Honey…” Cordelia hesitated for a while before asking the question, “You… You’re an ordinary person, right?”

“Why would you ask that?”

“Answer my question first!”

Marcus rubbed her hair and secured her tightly in his arms.

He had always wanted to tell her the truth, but after a bout of hesitation, he said, “Yeah.

“But I’m a thug who only knows about fighting. I’ve been to prison before, so I’m not sure if I can still be counted as an ordinary person or not.”

“Phew! I knew it! I knew my husband was just a normal person,” Cordelia let out a sigh as if a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “This is great, honey.”

Marcus frowned and chuckled.

Do you not wish for your husband

glowed as he looked at Cordelia, interested in what

“Our own business?”

or side hustle after work, it can bring us some income too!” Cordelia said in a serious manner, “Even a small store or a stall will do. At least, it’s counted as our own business as well. If we’re the

business would you invest in if

thought for a while, looking like a

buy a shopping mall! People will come to my shopping mall every day and buy from me! Hehe! But I think this is impossible, so a more realistic goal is to save money to open a small coffee shop with large

“That’s all?”

“Yeah!”

“Alright.” Marcus smiled.

was stunned for a moment and

serious look on

the first thing Marcus had asked her was how she would like to punish these b*stards if

had had this kind of expression on his face

she had said

them anymore

pumping rapidly under her chest as a

as he put a bowl of soup in front of

knocked over the bowl of soup when she

“It won’t taste good after it becomes cold.”