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

a cafe? What else could I do

carefully, not missing even a

as aggressive as he was the last time, but a conclusion could not be easily made

shoulder, softly asking her to go home first

out slowly upon his insistence. After Cordelia left, Zephyr looked

tea set, right? I’ll prepare it for

“Can you do it?”

I’m the boss

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

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

picked up the flower and chortled. “Mustn’t have

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

the

isn’t leftovers from today,

scoffed. “It’s leftovers from the

a while later. “It’s fine. I’ll have

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

“You…”

yesterday, but Cordelia hasn’t learned how

was impassive, with a slight smirk hanging off the corner of that the cake hasn’t gone bad

the fork with a scowl, not knowing

be able to taste my wife’s culinary skill, but you can try out what the preservatives taste like!” Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For