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.”

and said, “But the

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

descended in

turned their heads to look at Marcus, and

getting darker and

I think of

did everything for them with their ID cards.

never appeared on

and the

softly. “We… We just need to find a chance and redo

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

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

He darted a few daggers at him before

easy to find the love of your life.

life, he has to do everything he can to protect her and

finish his sentence,

did not

that easy to deal with. Nobody knew what they were fully capable

right now was a calm and

Marcus. He finished the red wine in

words were playing in his

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 to

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

of his marriage, and he had never

until he

tightly knotted, and his mind was a muddled

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

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

her and let out a

kept making yam root for him in different styles and telling

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

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

He went into the

heat. Marcus

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

tickling his heart, “What’s the

not say anything