Married a Secret Billionaire

“He…” She looked at Zennie quietly.

“He’s Phil Nelson!” Zennie was ecstatic. “Cordelia, you didn’t forget him, did you? You two have met!”

They had indeed met, but Cordelia did not really have a good impression of the young man the last time they met. He was pale and gloomy, while Zennie was like a mini version of the sun. The two of them did not look like they matched.

“This is…” Helen recognized him as well. “Nelson’s son?”

Phil nodded. He was smiling, but it did not reach his eyes.

Helen frowned and felt inexplicably uneasy. The Nelsons worked for the Hamertons, and she had met several of them because of Clark. However, it was the first time she saw a young one who was pale and cold like Phil.

She had a sense of foreboding, but it was her employer’s affair. It was not her place to comment. She smiled and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Cordelia pulled Zennie upstairs, saying she wanted her to see the rooms, but she found somewhere quiet and asked her, “Why did you bring Phil here too?”

“Why can’t he come?” Zennie was naive.

Cordelia pressed her lips together before she said, “Your brother doesn’t like outsiders coming to our place…”

“Phil isn’t an outsider!”

“Zennie—”

“Alright! Let’s not talk about this, okay?” Zennie cut her off with a bright grin. “Cordelia, show me your room! Right, Zephyr said that he kept a guest room for me. Is it done? Where is it?”

Cordelia shook her head weakly. She took Zennie to a few rooms and heard Helen crying out downstairs.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Cordelia’s heart dropped, and she instinctively leaned over the railing for a look to see that Phil was snapping photos around with his phone and remained unfazed when Helen stopped him.

He said with a smile, “I took photos here because I find the paintings beautiful.

He looked up. “Ms. Cordelia, do you mind if I take photos here?”

It was Cordelia’s off day today. Even though it was her rest day, she was still busy. Proposals and reports surged into her email like a wave. Her phone and laptop were never free since early in the morning.

Helen brought her breakfast that had been heated up for the third time.

“Ms. Cordelia, have breakfast first!” Helen was anxious. “It’s already 9:00 a.m. It might as well be lunch if you keep delaying it!”

replied in passing, “Mm… I know. Leave it

the same the last time

passed the congee to her, standing in front of

to watch

to tear her

emergency in the office, so he had

“Oh, I forgot…”

just too

chuckled in embarrassment. Her ears did tend to mute

nice in taste and warmth, fragrant with chicken

her some waffles,

side. “Your appetite’s great… Is it good

choked from the

“I just had my period! No good

The old woman was

‘Sigh, it seems like I am

lucky charms were not very useful as the two of

she smiled innocently. “Aunt Helen, I had a checkup last time. The doctor said my constitution is weak, so getting pregnant is not easy. Having a

was fine that she was weak—as long as she was not

be treated! Just leave it to

“Huh?”

no idea. We have various soups and tonics in our hometown since the place thrives with herbs. The recipes are based on what we can

One more time during tea break. I guarantee I’ll nourish your body so that you and Mr. Zephyr get a

wore a

in less than a month

another field of knowledge! Many of those in our hometown didn’t go to the

when it came to a topic she could go on and

Even Linda had not been here before. Who would it

and

handle them? They were the

her. “It’s okay, Ms. Cordelia.

was in

Helen quickly went downstairs.

a short moment of silence,

Helen came up to

as she came

and hurried