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

Nicholas smiled, sat casually, and glanced at the menu. “Give me an afternoon

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

with such high social status like Zephyr would have such

latter, more than six feet

The scene astonished Nicholas.

just a homey husband when he was with Cordelia. He was scared of his wife, would get nagged by his wife, and had to give her the

the past, but he was happy with

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

just listen to me. The

We can’t lower

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

a smile. Would he not know these business

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 himself than for

sell them,” he said softly. “I’m in the

We’ll close down with how you’re eating

Zephyr grinned.

just gotten married, and he had refused it with a scowl. Now, however, he