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 real

was getting lower and lower as he continued to speak. “So it’s

descended

their heads to look at Marcus, and

darker and darker with each passing

Why didn’t I think

them with their ID cards. The

“Zephyr” had never appeared on

and

We just need to find a chance

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

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

speechless. He darted a few daggers at him before turning his

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

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

finish his sentence, Fredric covered his

did not want to separate

easy to deal with. Nobody knew what

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

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

were playing in

had not any control over their own marriage. If they wanted

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

did not have any expectations of his marriage, and he had never tried to get into a relationship

until

eyebrows were tightly knotted, and his mind

it happened, but by the time he realized it, he had already arrived at his home. He took one last drag from his cigarette before entering the house. Once

a sweet smile. After a short while, she carried a bowl of soup out of the kitchen and told him to wash

and let out a

Cordelia kept making yam root for him in different styles and telling him the

nutritious vegetables such as

their life, so she

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

was stunned for a moment and turned off the heat. Marcus rested his chin on her shoulder and

tickled his nostrils. For him, this was the most wonderful

voice tickling his heart, “What’s

say anything but tightened