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.

too and was on his guard, only to see Nicholas slowly walk

not welcomed?” Nicholas smiled, sat casually, and glanced at

He took a step forward and looked at

man with such high social status like Zephyr

probably wrong, as Cordelia talked to Zephyr with a stern expression. The latter, more than six feet in

The scene astonished Nicholas.

wife, would get nagged by his wife, and had to give her

him in the past, but he was

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

just listen to me. The price should be

stuff. We can’t lower

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 them until the next day, in which case they won’t

looked at her dotingly with a smile. Would he not know these

late to prepare the desserts and grind coffee. He did not want her

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

“Honey, we’re managing a business here! We’ll close down with how you’re eating

Zephyr grinned.

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