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.”

“But

was getting lower and lower as he continued to speak.

descended

at

face was getting darker and darker

Why didn’t I think of

marriage, they were 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 the

the name “Zephyr” had never appeared on their

his forehead, and the veins on his temples

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

something

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

He darted a few

love of your life. Do you know what the

finally found the woman of his life, he has to

could finish his sentence,

not want to

deal with. Nobody knew

calm and rational mind. He must not

going home,” said Marcus. He finished the red wine in the

words were

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

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

any expectations of his marriage, and he had never tried to get into a

was until he met

and his mind was a

already arrived at his home. He took one last drag from his cigarette before entering the house. Once he stepped into the house, he was welcomed by the

turned her head around and offered him a sweet smile. After a short while, she carried a bowl of soup out

looked at her and let

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

did not like other nutritious vegetables such as carrots,

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

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

the heat. Marcus rested his chin on her shoulder and

his nostrils. For him, this was

asked, her voice tickling his heart,

say anything but