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.”

sprang up and said, “But

and lower as he continued to speak. “So it’s invalid. Because he’s

descended

heads to look at Marcus, and

getting darker and darker

right… Why didn’t I think of

the Jenners who did everything for them with their ID cards. The people from the city

had never appeared on their marriage

forehead, and the veins on his temples

either,” Josiah said softly. “We… We just need

something that can be done that easily!” Fredric glared at

Cordelia, but as

darted a few daggers at him before turning

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

has finally found the woman of his life, he has to do everything he can to protect her and cherish her—

finish his

did not want to

easy to deal with.

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

wine in the glass in one

Fredric’s words were playing in

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

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

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

until

knotted, and his mind was a muddled

it, he had already arrived at his home. He took one last drag from his cigarette before entering the house. Once he stepped into the house, he was welcomed by the aroma

there in the kitchen. When she heard Marcus’ voice, she turned her head around and offered him a sweet smile. After a short while, she carried a bowl of soup out of the kitchen and told him to wash

at her and let out a

he hated yam root since he was a child. However, Cordelia kept making yam root for him in different styles

like other nutritious

their life, so she would try her

were misted over. He went into the kitchen and hugged her from

heat. Marcus rested his chin on her shoulder

her body scent tickled his nostrils. For him, this was the most wonderful smell in

tickling

not say anything but tightened his