Married a Secret Billionaire

“Hah!” Nicholas got up to look at him with a complex gaze.

“Are you that reluctant to let me have the desserts she makes?”

“It’s not that I’m reluctant.” Zephyr spoke clearly. “You don’t deserve it.”

Nicholas’ face fell, and he tossed the knife and fork on the plate, causing a loud clanking sound. He thought, ‘Very well, I don’t deserve it. Zephyr Hamerton, you probably have no idea that I can kill you anytime right now!’

He took a deep breath and suddenly felt both angry and amused.

He looked at the man before him and asked softly with a smirk, “What do you plan to do with the leftovers today? You wouldn’t actually eat them all yourself, would you?”

“Why do you care?” Zephyr glanced at him.

“I’m just reminding you.” Nicholas got up and put a hand on Zephyr’s shoulder, giving it two hard squeezes. “Desserts do delight people, but too much is bad for the teeth.

“And how would a beast conquer the territory if it lost its sharp teeth?”

Zephyr’s eyes snapped. Nicholas’ gaze raised doubts in him.

“Hah, what territory?” Zephyr scoffed after some time. “Someone like me doesn’t need to conquer anything. It’s enough for me to live with my wife for the rest of my life!”

“Really?”

“Mr. Thompson, the coffee doesn’t taste good when it’s cold. I’ll make you another one on the house!”

Nicholas smiled cryptically and said no more.

…

had been ordering his men to search for

chuckled and wore a

cafe? What else could I

him carefully, not missing even a subtle

a conclusion could not be easily made

back to sling an arm around Cordelia’s shoulder, softly asking her to go home first and telling her he

his insistence. After Cordelia left, Zephyr looked

right? I’ll

“Can you do it?”

I’m the

made a lot of noise. It made Nicholas wonder whether he really did need to make so much ruckus

placed in front of him. It was a pretty slice of red velvet cake and a

up the flower and chortled. “Mustn’t have been your idea to have achieved such

wiped his hands as he answered, “Yeah, my wife decides all these. I’m just learning from

the cake and

leftovers from

“It’s leftovers from the

and forced a smile a while later. “It’s fine. I’ll

misunderstood.” Zephyr was still expressionless. “This isn’t what my wife

“You…”

before yesterday, but Cordelia hasn’t learned how to bake one yet, so I bought two slices from the cake shop next

smirk hanging off the corner of that the cake hasn’t gone bad even

a scowl, not knowing if

skill, but you can try out what the preservatives taste