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 the real

Fredric’s voice was getting lower and lower as he continued

silence descended in the

at Marcus, and then they

and darker with

Why didn’t I think of it

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

“Zephyr” had never appeared on

his forehead, and

Josiah said softly. “We… We just

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

won’t accept Cordelia, but

darted a few daggers at him before turning his head

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

life, he has to do everything he

could finish his sentence, Fredric covered

did not want to

the Hamertons were not that easy to deal

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

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

and Fredric’s words were playing in his

control over their own marriage. If they wanted to get married, then the marriage must be able to bring

woman, Zennie’s mother came from a prestigious family as

did not have any expectations of his marriage, and he had

until he met

tightly knotted, and his mind was a muddled mess right

He took one last

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 out

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

other nutritious vegetables such as carrots, celery, and onions as

that would prolong their life, so she would try her best to persuade him to

into the kitchen and hugged her from

for a moment and turned off the heat. Marcus rested his chin on

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

tickling

not say anything but tightened his