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

the same the last time I

passed the congee to her, standing in front

Zephyr told me personally to

a while to tear her gaze off the screen.

told you when he left. He had an emergency in the office,

“Oh, I forgot…”

forget. You were just too busy

tend to mute themselves

nice in taste and warmth, fragrant with

then passed her some waffles, which

smiled, watching her from the side. “Your appetite’s great… Is it

the question

Helen, not funny!” She winced. “I just had my period!

The old woman was a

looked at the charms in the room. ‘Sigh, it seems like I am not

not very useful as the two of them

checkup last time. The doctor said my constitution is weak, so getting pregnant is not

Helen perked up. It was fine that she was

can be treated! Just leave it to

“Huh?”

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

grin. “Ms. Cordelia, we’ll have soup every morning, noon, and evening from today onward. Oh, no. One more time during tea break. I guarantee I’ll nourish your body so that you and Mr. Zephyr

wore a complicated

in less than a month with how frequently she would be

didn’t go to the hospital when they fell

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

Linda had

and

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

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

was in

Helen quickly went downstairs.

a short

came?” Helen came up

as she came to the

surprised and hurried over.