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.

it too and was on his guard, only to see

I not welcomed?” Nicholas smiled, sat casually, and glanced at the menu. “Give me an afternoon tea set.

rooted while Zephyr tucked her behind him. He took a step forward and looked

thought that a man with such high social status

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

The scene astonished Nicholas.

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

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

fists. He went closer. The cafe’s door was opened, and the husband and wife’s conversation could be heard

listen to me. The price

stuff. We can’t lower our own

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

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

desserts and grind coffee. He did not want her effort to be sold at a discounted price. He would rather eat them himself than for the

them,” he said softly. “I’m

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

Zephyr grinned.

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