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 real

Fredric’s voice was getting lower and lower as he continued to speak. “So it’s invalid.

silence descended in

to look at Marcus, and then they lowered their

and darker with

right… Why didn’t I think of it

everything for them with their ID cards. The people from the city hall did not check whether the real Marcus was still

“Zephyr” had never appeared

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

but it doesn’t matter either,” Josiah said softly. “We… We just need to find a chance and redo

you use your brain and think? It isn’t something that can

not?” Josiah replied stubbornly, “Yes, the Hamertons won’t accept Cordelia, but as long as Z

speechless. He darted a few daggers at

anything, Freddy. It isn’t that easy to find the love of your

life, he has to do everything he can

his sentence, Fredric

that he did not want to separate Marcus

deal with. Nobody knew what they

was a calm and rational mind. He must not be driven

the red wine in the glass in one gulp and left

Fredric’s words were playing

their own marriage. If they wanted to get married, then the marriage must be able to bring profit to

and married another woman, Zennie’s mother came from a

his marriage, and he had never tried to get into a relationship

was until he

tightly knotted, and his mind was

one last drag from his cigarette before entering the house.

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

and let out

making yam root for him in different styles and telling him the

other nutritious vegetables such as carrots, celery, and onions

like some kind of medicine that would prolong their life, so she would try her best to

He went into the

the heat. Marcus rested his chin on her shoulder and took a deep

food mixed with her body scent tickled his nostrils. For him, this was the

her voice tickling his heart, “What’s

say anything