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!”

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

same the last time I brought

and passed the congee to her, standing in

to watch you finish

a while to tear her

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

“Oh, I forgot…”

too busy

did tend

and warmth,

some waffles, which she wolfed down

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

choked from the

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

The old woman was a

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

charms were not very useful as the two of

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

fine that she was weak—as

be treated! Just leave it to

“Huh?”

have various soups and tonics in our hometown since the place thrives with herbs. The recipes are based

morning, noon, and evening from today onward. Oh, no. One more time during tea break. I

Cordelia wore

less than

making these soups is another field of knowledge! Many of those in our hometown didn’t go to the hospital when

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

Linda had not been

and her

should she handle them? They were the people

Cordelia. Stay here first. I’ll get

was in a

Helen quickly went downstairs.

downstairs. After a short moment of silence, a merry peal of

Helen came up to call

was surprised as she came

She was delightfully surprised and hurried