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.

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men to search for Marcus these

wore a

cafe? What else could I

him carefully, not missing

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

her to go home

walk out slowly upon his insistence. After Cordelia left,

right? I’ll prepare

“Can you do it?”

I’m the

counter. His movements were practiced, but the pots and pans made a lot of noise. It made Nicholas wonder whether he really did need to

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

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

his hands as he answered, “Yeah, my

the cake

isn’t leftovers from today, is

“It’s leftovers from the day

later. “It’s fine. I’ll have a

was still expressionless. “This

“You…”

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

the corner of that the cake hasn’t gone bad even after two

a scowl, not knowing if

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