Married a Secret Billionaire

What was wrong with her to always fall weak for this man?

“Cordelia…” Zephyr smiled carefully as he observed her facial expressions.

She heaved a long sigh and dropped her strong stance. She scooped other dishes on the plate and handed it to him.

“Don’t just eat the meat. Eat more vegetables,” she said softly.

Zephyr knew why she did that, but he was pretending to be clueless as he asked her while smiling, “Oh, so you took my plate just to get me more vegetables! Thank you, wifey. I’ll finish it!”

Cordelia said nothing.

However, she felt terrible. She could not help but ask after a while, “Nelly… Why was she here again?”

‘Again?’

Zephyr put down the cutlery. “It’s her first time here. We’re working on a project together. She came to report to me, so…”

“So I just happened to run into her, right?”

Cordelia stretched a finger and poked his heart hard. Jealousy filled her face.

Zephyr secretly pursed his lips. He was smiling even brighter now.

He did not want her to misunderstand, so he explained, “You’re overthinking it. We’re just working together, nothing else.”

“I know…” She looked down. “But whenever I see her with you, I’d feel… annoyed. I’d feel…”

‘Jealous.’

She could not say that out loud.

He put down the cutlery again, held her into his arms, and buried his head into his chest. She heard his strong heartbeat again.

“Do you remember what I said?” He said softly, “I have a heart after meeting you. I’m no longer a cold machine.”

Cordelia sniffled and wiped her nose with the corner of her shirt.

Zephyr looked into her bright eyes. “Cordelia, merchants from Feranche will be coming next week for one of the projects’ signing ceremonies. Come with me.”

“What?” Cordelia was stunned.

Zephyr smiled.

She had to come. There was no excuse.

The project was about the land in the western suburbs, and she was the owner.

Nelly’s jaw dropped.

“Didn’t you say you wanted

forced a

want me to

for you.” She felt guilty. “It’s just a…

incoherent. “Zen, don’t you understand what I’m trying to

direct. I only understand what people say as it is. I thought you’d really want to show me your

“Are you joking

with people I don’t

There was a suppressive aura

and lifted her eyes to look at

until now?” She said softly, “Grandpa said that

Zephyr frowned.

that moment, Cordelia came in. There was a

and checked the time. ‘Oh, no! I’ve

“Cordelia…”

his lips, panicking a little bit. How

brought

usual gentleness calmed

Zephyr felt as if she was the

if she did

out of the container and handed the clean cutlery to

boy, scooped a piece of pork rib, and

ate it happily. She then fed him a

into her palms. Her hatred was growing like

capable, Ms. Jenner. The food you made looks really good. You’ve defeated the best chef I

She did not want

persistent. “I wonder who will be

Just when his tongue was going to slip, Cordelia pressed onto

enjoy this

was arrogant as she enunciated each word.

Ms. Tanner.” Cordelia’s voice was soft, but it was powerful. “This is Zen’s office, and it’s lunch hour now. I wonder

there’s something about work,

sounded as if she was the lady boss of

Cordelia and played with her hair in an alluring

to eat with us, Ms. Tanner?” Cordelia smiled even

going to crush her teeth from

merely focused on the food Cordelia brought and ignored

never had he thought that lady’s battle prowess

had to show a pocket knife, while she merely had to speak to scare the enemy

could not stop eating while showing

office. The noise

that the former took

in his mouth