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 search for

chuckled and wore a look

What else could

not missing even a

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

shoulder, softly asking her to go home first and telling her he

only walk out slowly upon his insistence. After Cordelia left, Zephyr looked at Nicholas with

set, right? I’ll

“Can you do it?”

not? I’m

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

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

flower and chortled. “Mustn’t have

as he answered, “Yeah, my wife decides all

tasted the

isn’t leftovers from

Zephyr scoffed. “It’s leftovers from

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

was still expressionless.

“You…”

but Cordelia hasn’t learned how to bake one

slight smirk hanging off the corner of that the

scowl, not

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