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 Nicholas slowly walk

glanced at the menu. “Give me an afternoon tea set. Coffee,

her behind him. He took a step

that a man with such high social status like Zephyr would have such

stern expression. The latter, more than six feet in height, hung his head like an

The scene astonished Nicholas.

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

in the past, but he was happy with days that he had to bow down to his

closer. The cafe’s door was opened, and the husband and

just listen to me. The

good stuff. We

not making a loss. We’re just selling them at a slightly lower price 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 discount at night. It’s better than keeping

know these business rules when he had spent

just that Cordelia had to go to work in the office and take care of the cafe. She woke up early and slept late to prepare the desserts and

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

a business here! We’ll close down with how

Zephyr grinned.

it with a scowl.