Married a Secret Billionaire

Zephyr parked the car outside of the cafe and wiped it down carefully. The car was clean without a speck of dust as it glowed under the sun.

Farther away, Josiah and Frederic stared unblinkingly.

“Freddy, you wanted to study medicine in the past, right?”

“What do you mean?” Frederic was dazed.

“You read medical books before, didn’t you?”

“I did. So?”

“Did those books state what psychiatric patients are like? Is it like him?”

Frederic rolled his eyes.

Zephyr was diligently wiping the car. He was even humming a tune softly. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging triumphantly. Comparing this to the usually impassive Mr. Z Hamerton, he was behaving quite abnormally.

Frederic held back from speaking.

“Say…” Josiah turned and pointed at his head. “Is he really okay here?”

Frederic pressed his lips together but finally cracked a grin.

“Would he drive this kind of car?”

“Why not?” Frederic replied, “As long as Cordelia bought it, he’d drive it even if it’s a tractor!”

“Hah….” Josiah accidentally let out a cackle and quickly covered his mouth.

He remembered Z’s warning for him all the time—he should keep a 500-meter distance from Cordelia and make no noise!

Zephyr had just wiped the windshield when he looked up and saw the two men hiding. When they were discovered, they waved at him with a wince.

“What are you two doing here?”

It was an ordinary sedan—small engine capacity, fuel-efficient, not exactly roomy, and cost less than $15,000.

Not even the Hamertons’ servants would drive this kind of car, but Zephyr liked it very much. It was because Cordelia’s eyes sparkled when she saw the car, and he liked the sparkle in her eyes.

“Honey, what do you think?” Cordelia held his arm.

Zephyr smiled. “As long as you like it.”

“I quite like it, but this is for you. You’ve got to like it too!”

Cordelia knew that men felt more for cars. Cars were like their other wives. She ought to pick one that he would like.

lot of them and think this one’s the

looked at her. “We’ll take this one. I

discussing the color of the car. Black was cool, but she hoped he could pick white. He was already barely smiling usually, so it would be scarier if he drove a black

spoke, she

happy little birdy. His expression suddenly dimmed, and he furrowed his brows. He followed her with his deep gaze, unwilling to

cars in your garage can’t even compare

Zephyr stayed silent.

her, it’s unnecessary.” Nicholas patted his shoulder. “This one of yours is bold and wise. She’s a cool one.

know.” Zephyr glanced

would not be scared away, but she was independent and clear-headed. She would not accept a marriage where the disparity between them was this significant. She would definitely keep a distance and leave

could not walk into his world, he was willing to give

“Darling!”

snapped out of his thoughts to see Cordelia

here. Give me

“Why do you

at the blank space. “Your signature is needed

“Why mine?”

grimaced. “Why are you asking

course, it’ll be under your

He pursed his lips and looked at her with

wrong?

“I…”

Cordelia, are you really planning to buy it under his name? My advice

frowned with a

name! Hah… Don’t give your all to a man and spend

cars and property. It’s better to put them under your name. For

Nicholas elbowed the man and gave him

chuckled. “Of course not. I

“But…” Cordelia hesitated.

Linda. “Linda, convince your friend

Linda giggled. “Why are you

almost hit his chest. “I’ve always been

now!” Linda

to place it against his heart. “I swear, I only have you as my gal pal in this

“Shoo!”

an arm around Cordelia’s shoulders with a bright beam. “Cordelia, I think Nicholas’ right. I’m

under your name, it’s a safeguard in your life. Besides, Marcus can still drive

Zephyr looked at her. “Just buy it with

“Honey…”

grinned dotingly.

was drizzled on Cordelia’s heart. She held

before she rolled her eyes at