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!”

as she replied in passing, “Mm… I know. Leave it here first. I still

last time I

and passed the congee to her, standing in

me personally to watch you finish it

Cordelia a while to tear her gaze off the screen.

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

“Oh, I forgot…”

were just too busy that you didn’t

chuckled in embarrassment. Her ears did tend

the congee from Helen. It was just nice in taste and warmth, fragrant with chicken and grains. She actually felt

her some waffles, which

from the side. “Your appetite’s great… Is

the question and

not funny!” She winced. “I just had my period! No

old woman was a little

room. ‘Sigh, it seems

useful as the two of them still

my constitution is weak, so getting pregnant is not easy. Having a baby or

she was weak—as long as she was not

Just leave it to

“Huh?”

the place thrives with herbs. The recipes are based on

One more time during tea break. I guarantee I’ll nourish your body so that

Cordelia wore a complicated

ball in less than a

art of making these soups is another field of knowledge! Many of those in our hometown didn’t go to the hospital when they fell sick. They had soups

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

paused. They did not usually have visitors. Even Linda had not been here before. Who would it

was a little nervous, and her first thought was the

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

Ms. Cordelia. Stay here first. I’ll get

was in a

Helen quickly went downstairs.

heard the door open downstairs. After a short moment of silence,

look who came?” Helen came up to

as she came to

She was delightfully surprised and hurried over.