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,

am I not welcomed?” Nicholas smiled, sat casually, and glanced at the menu. “Give

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

social status like Zephyr would have such

with a stern expression. The latter, more than six feet

The scene astonished Nicholas.

his wife, and had to give her the money he earned—like

spot which tens of thousands looked up upon him in the past, but he was happy with days that he had to bow down to his

went closer. The cafe’s door was opened,

to me. The price should be adjusted

we’re selling good stuff. We can’t lower our

these desserts that aren’t sold on the day, we can sell them at a discount at night. It’s better than keeping them until the next day, in which case they won’t be

her dotingly with a smile. Would he not know these business rules when he had

go to work in the office 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 discounted price. He would rather eat them

can’t sell them,” he said softly. “I’m in

head with her pen. “Honey, we’re managing a business here! We’ll close down with how you’re eating everything!” Books

Zephyr grinned.

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