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

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

descended in the

look at Marcus, and then

face was getting darker and darker with each passing

I think of it

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 marriage

forehead, and

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

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

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

a few daggers at him before turning

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

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

could finish his sentence, Fredric

that he did not want to separate

Hamertons were not that easy to deal with. Nobody

needed right now was a calm and rational mind. He must

red wine in the glass

words were playing in his

that no Hamerton had not any control over their own marriage. If they

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

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

until

tightly knotted, and his mind was

took one last drag from

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

and let

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

other nutritious vegetables such as carrots,

like some kind of medicine that would prolong their life,

He went into the kitchen

off the heat. Marcus rested his chin on her shoulder

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

her voice tickling his heart,

not say anything but