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!”

passing, “Mm… I know. Leave it here first. I still have a few

last time I

and passed the congee to her, standing

personally to watch you finish it

a while to tear her gaze off

he left. He had an emergency

“Oh, I forgot…”

just too busy

tend to mute themselves when she got

taste and warmth, fragrant with chicken and grains. She

some waffles, which she

side. “Your appetite’s great…

choked from the question

She winced. “I

old woman was a little

room. ‘Sigh, it seems like I am not that

were not very useful as the two of them still

The doctor said my constitution is weak, so getting pregnant is not easy. Having a baby or not will simply be up to

she was

can be treated! Just leave

“Huh?”

the place thrives with herbs. The recipes are based on what we can get

today onward. Oh, no. One more

Helen…” Cordelia wore

a ball in less than

those in our hometown didn’t go to the hospital when they fell sick. They had soups at home, and their problems

it came to a topic she could go on and on. It was just that the doorbell rang when

have visitors. Even Linda had not

little nervous, and

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

at her. “It’s okay, Ms. Cordelia. Stay here

in

Helen quickly went downstairs.

After a short moment of silence,

Cordelia, look who came?” Helen

surprised as she came to

hurried