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.

…

been ordering his men to

chuckled and wore a

a cafe? What else

watched him carefully, not missing even

conclusion could not be easily made if he

arm around Cordelia’s shoulder, softly asking her

was quite worried but could only walk out slowly upon his insistence. After Cordelia left, Zephyr looked at Nicholas with a ghost of a

tea set, right? I’ll

“Can you do it?”

not? I’m the

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

rather exquisitely plated afternoon tea set was placed in front of him. It was a pretty slice of red velvet cake and a cup of aromatic hot latte. There was even a small purple iris on the tray as

and chortled. “Mustn’t have been your idea to have achieved

as he answered, “Yeah, my wife decides all these. I’m

the

isn’t leftovers from

course not.” Zephyr scoffed. “It’s leftovers from the day before

forced a smile a while later. “It’s fine. I’ll have a good taste of the lady

still expressionless.

“You…”

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

a slight smirk hanging off the corner of that the cake hasn’t

gripped the fork with a scowl, not knowing if he

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