Married a Secret Billionaire

“It’s okay, honey. If you don’t like it, you can just quit. I can take care of you!”

Marcus chuckled and looked at her without saying anything.

Cordelia turned her eyes around and caressed his cheek. “But my husband doesn’t need to rely on a woman. He’s a man. It’s just that he’s a bit tired right now. After he has enough rest, I’m sure he’ll become great again—”

Before Cordelia could finish her sentence, Marcus landed a kiss on her lips.

She was stunned for a moment, and her heart leaped into a gallop. Marcus was more enthusiastic today. As he deepened the kiss, he took off her clothes…

“Don’t!” Cordelia huffed. She placed her hands on his chest and said, “I still have one more dish…”

But he could not wait any longer. He carried her into their room and closed the door with his leg.

Cordelia clutched at him tightly.

“Cordelia…” His voice was hoarse. “Why don’t we have a baby?”

After everything had ended, Marcus stood on the balcony, his large stature merging into the boundless dark sky. He took another cigarette and stomped on the cigarette but on the floor.

‘What would you do if you found out that your husband is rich one day?’

‘We’re two different people from two different worlds, so I’d break up with him.’

‘From the perspective of the law, your marriage is invalid. Cordelia is Marcus’ wife, but you’re Zephyr.’

His heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed the railing so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

He turned his head around. Cordelia was sleeping soundly right now. When he thought of her reaction just now, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

‘If we have a child, everything will be different, right?’

Marcus took a deep breath.

He experienced a lot of things when he was in the Hamertons, and he even survived a plane crash.

But right now, there was a sense of fear tugging at the back of his mind. He was getting more and more afraid of losing her.

Fredric did not dare to raise his head as he did not want to face Marcus’ piercing gaze.

After a long while of silence, he stammered, “Z, you’re not the true Marcus. You’re just using his identity. Since you’re using his ID card, you also registered your marriage with his ID card.

“So from the perspective of the law, the one who married Cordelia is Marcus, not Zephyr.”

said, “But the

he continued to speak. “So it’s invalid.

descended in

to look at Marcus, and then they

was getting darker and darker with each passing

I think of it

for them with their ID cards. The people from the city hall did not check whether

name “Zephyr” had never appeared on their marriage

center of his forehead, and the veins on his temples were

We just need to find a chance

brain and think? It isn’t something that can be done that easily!” Fredric glared at

“Yes, the Hamertons won’t accept Cordelia, but as long as Z likes

speechless. He darted a few daggers at him

find the love of your life. Do you know what the most precious

his life, he has

finish his sentence, Fredric

he did not want

deal with. Nobody knew what they were

right now was a calm and rational

going home,” said Marcus. He finished the red wine in the glass

and Fredric’s words were playing

control over their own marriage. If they wanted to get married,

had abandoned his mother and married another woman, Zennie’s mother came from a prestigious family as well. Her family was even on

he did not have any expectations of his marriage, and he had never tried to

until

were tightly knotted, and his mind was a muddled mess right

he had already arrived at his home. He took one last drag from his cigarette before entering the house. Once he stepped into the

After a short while, she carried a bowl of soup out of the kitchen and told him to wash his hands

at her and let out

he hated yam root since he was a child. However, Cordelia kept making yam root for him in different styles and telling him the benefits of

soup, but he did not like other nutritious

treated them like some kind of medicine that would prolong their life, so she

over. He went into

moment and turned off the heat. Marcus rested

her body scent tickled his

She asked, her voice tickling his heart, “What’s the

say anything