Married a Secret Billionaire

Zephyr grinned.

He used to hate sweet things in the past. Cordelia had wanted to buy him a cup of milk tea when they had just gotten married, and he had refused it with a scowl. Now, however, he loved all things sweet like his life depended on it. It was not just sweet desserts. His sweet little wife, too, was his life.

Helpless, Cordelia poked his stomach and looked at him playfully. out on training recently?”

“Have I gotten fat?” Zephyr jumped.

Cordelia giggled. “I think you’re getting a tummy!”

Zephyr rubbed his stomach and looked at her. “Darling… if I actually get fat in middle age, will you stop liking me?”

“Hmm, I don’t know either,” she teased. “We’ll see when you’re in middle age! If you really look worse, I think I’ll supervise you to cut down! Not so to look better but for your health!”

Zephyr paused and felt a surge of warmth course through him.

He said seriously, “Ms. Cordelia, if I do get fat, you’re the one who fed me to the size. You’ve got to take responsibility!”

“You…” Cordelia did not know whether to laugh or wince. Ultimately, she threw herself into his embrace.

She secretly stroked his stomach. It was actually still muscled. His abs were still like a washboard, and his lines were distinct.

Cordelia blushed and giggled to herself. It was then she saw a shadow flashing past the front.

noticed it too and was on his guard, only to see

smiled, sat casually, and glanced at the

He took a step forward and looked at the man coldly. “Nicholas, what

thought that a man with such high social status like Zephyr would have such an ordinary side

talked to Zephyr with a stern expression. The latter, more than six feet in height, hung

The scene astonished Nicholas.

by his wife, and had to give her the money he earned—like millions of men

him in the past, but he was happy with days that he had to

He went closer. The cafe’s door was opened, and

just listen to me. The price should be

We can’t lower our own

than usual. We’d sell more and make a faster turnover!” Cordelia insisted, “Like these desserts that aren’t sold on the day, we can sell them at a

know these

and take care of the cafe. She woke up early and slept late to prepare the desserts and grind coffee. He did not want her effort to be sold at a

sell them,” he said softly. “I’m in the shop.

knocked his head with her pen. “Honey, we’re managing a business here! We’ll close down with

Zephyr grinned.

a cup of milk tea when they had just gotten married, and he had refused it with a scowl. Now, however, he loved all things