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 the real

voice was getting lower and lower as he continued to

silence descended in the

look at Marcus, and then

getting darker and darker with

didn’t I

they were registering their marriage, they were not there. It was the Jenners who did everything for them with their ID cards. The people from the city hall did not check whether the

the name “Zephyr” had never appeared on their

his forehead, and the veins on his temples were

matter either,” Josiah said softly. “We… We just need to find a chance

isn’t something

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

was rendered speechless. He darted a few daggers

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

of his life, he has to

could finish his sentence, Fredric

did not want to separate

were not that easy to deal with. Nobody knew what they

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

going home,” said Marcus. He finished the red wine in the glass in one gulp and left the

Fredric’s words were

that no Hamerton had not any control over their own marriage. If they wanted to get married, then the marriage must be able to bring profit

and married another woman, Zennie’s mother came from a prestigious family as well. Her family was even on par with the four large

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

until he

eyebrows were tightly knotted, and his mind was a

he realized it, he had already arrived at his home. He took one last

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

her and let out a

since he was a child. However, Cordelia kept making yam root

did not like other nutritious vegetables such as carrots, celery, and onions as

kind of medicine that would prolong their life, so she would try

misted over. He went into the kitchen and hugged

the heat. Marcus rested his chin on her shoulder and

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

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

say anything