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!”

eyes were on the screen as she replied in passing, “Mm… I know. Leave it here first. I still have a few words in

the last time I brought

pouted and passed the congee to her, standing

Zephyr told me personally to

tear her gaze off the

“He told you when he left. He had an emergency in

“Oh, I forgot…”

You were just too

embarrassment. Her ears did tend to mute themselves when

taste and warmth, fragrant with chicken and grains. She actually felt hungry

passed her some waffles, which

the side. “Your appetite’s great…

from the question and coughed

winced. “I just had my period! No good

woman was a little

the charms in the room. ‘Sigh, it seems like

lucky charms were not very useful as the two of them still had no

The doctor said my constitution is weak, so getting pregnant is not easy. Having a baby

she was weak—as long

be treated! Just leave it

“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 get

onward. Oh, no. One more time during tea break. I guarantee I’ll nourish your body so that you and Mr. Zephyr

Helen…” Cordelia wore

would be round as a ball in less than a month with how frequently she

making these soups is another field of knowledge! Many of those in our hometown didn’t

more excited as she spoke, hardly stopping when it came to a topic she could go on and on. It was just that the doorbell rang when she wanted to elaborate on the

Linda

and her first thought

Henry? How should she handle them? They were the people Zephyr was the

looked at her. “It’s okay, Ms. Cordelia. Stay here first. I’ll get

in

Helen quickly went downstairs.

downstairs. After a short moment of silence,

came?” Helen came up to

she came to

was delightfully surprised and hurried over. “How did