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!”

replied in passing, “Mm… I know. Leave it

said the same the last time I brought

passed the congee to her, standing in

me personally to watch you finish it

It took Cordelia a while to tear her gaze off the

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

“Oh, I forgot…”

didn’t forget. You were just too

chuckled in embarrassment. Her ears did tend to mute themselves when she

Helen. It was just nice in taste and warmth,

passed her some waffles,

side.

from the question

winced. “I just had my period! No good

woman

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

very useful as the two of them

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

Helen perked up. It was fine that she was weak—as

treated! Just leave

“Huh?”

in our hometown since the place thrives with

have soup every morning, noon, and evening from today onward. Oh, no. One more

wore a complicated

ball in less than a month

field of knowledge! Many of those in our hometown didn’t go to the hospital when they fell

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 benefits of having soups

Linda had not

and her

she handle them? They

okay, Ms. Cordelia. Stay

was in a

Helen quickly went downstairs.

short moment of

who came?” Helen came up to

as she came to the

was delightfully surprised and hurried over.