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

and wore a look of

cafe? What else could I do

him carefully, not

was the last time, but a conclusion could not be easily made if he was here with

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

quite worried but could only walk out slowly upon his insistence. After

tea set, right? I’ll

“Can you do it?”

not? I’m

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

was a pretty slice of red velvet cake and a cup of aromatic hot latte. There was even a

have been your idea to have achieved

his hands as he answered, “Yeah, my wife decides all these.

tasted the cake

leftovers from today, is

scoffed. “It’s leftovers from the day

smile a while later. “It’s fine. I’ll have a good

expressionless.

“You…”

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

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

a scowl, not knowing if

to taste my wife’s culinary skill, but you can try out what the preservatives taste