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

and lower as he continued

descended in

to look at Marcus, and then they lowered

was getting darker and darker with

didn’t I think

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

“Zephyr” had never appeared

the center of his forehead, and

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

something that can be done that easily!” Fredric glared

Josiah replied stubbornly, “Yes, the Hamertons won’t accept Cordelia, but as long as Z likes her, nothing

darted a few daggers at him before turning

that easy to find the love of your life. Do you know what the most precious thing in our

he has to do everything he can to protect her and cherish her—

finish his sentence, Fredric covered

went without saying that he did not want to separate Marcus

the Hamertons were not that easy to deal with. Nobody knew what they were fully capable

right now was a calm and rational mind.

said Marcus. He finished the red wine in the glass in one gulp

words were

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

from a prestigious family as well. Her

of his marriage, and he had

was until he

knotted, and his mind was a muddled mess

one last drag from his cigarette before entering the house. Once he stepped into the house, he was welcomed

was rushing here and 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

at her and let

child. However, Cordelia kept making yam root for him in different styles and telling him

nutritious vegetables such as

that would prolong their

went into the kitchen and hugged

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

scent tickled his nostrils. For him,

asked, her voice tickling his heart,

did not say anything but