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.

on his guard, only to see Nicholas slowly

and glanced at the menu. “Give me an afternoon tea

stood rooted while Zephyr tucked her behind him. He took a step forward and looked at the man coldly. “Nicholas, what do you

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

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

The scene astonished Nicholas.

with Cordelia. He was scared of his wife, would get nagged by his wife, and had to give her the money he earned—like millions of men in

upon him in the past,

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

The price should be adjusted

stuff. We can’t lower

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 be

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

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

sell them,” he said softly.

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 life