Married a Secret Billionaire

Phil looked at his phone that was dead in the soup and stood up expressionlessly.

“I suddenly recalled that I still have work. I must leave now,” he said in a deep voice. “I won’t be eating this time. I’ll try your cooking next time, Aunt Helen.”

Helen smiled and said, “Phil, are you blaming me? Perhaps you can tell me how much your phone costs? I’ll compensate you—”

He scooped his phone from the soup and left before waiting for her to finish her sentence.

Zennie said goodbye to Cordelia in panic and went with him.

Cordelia felt relieved when they had left far away. She looked at the pot of soup after falling into silence for a while and said to Helen. “Take care of this.”

“Sure.”

Helen asked her after a while. “Ms. Cordelia, did I… go over the line?”

“No, you did great.” Cordelia’s voice was soft. “I was actually thinking how to get his phone to get him to delete those pictures, but I didn’t have a proper reason.”

Helen nodded. “Your concern is right, Ms. Cordelia. No matter what, one shouldn’t take pictures of someone else’s house when they visit for the first time. That’s not okay!”

“Harbor no ill intention against others, but never relax vigilance against evildoers.” Cordelia sighed. “I hope I’m overthinking.”

“What else did you think, Ms. Cordelia?”

Cordelia lifted her eyes to look at her. She only asked after hesitating, “I’m not sure if you saw that… No matter what, I feel the way they treat each other is strange.

“I feel…” Cordelia spoke of her suspicion. “Zennie is afraid of him!”

good soups

was close to Phil. She peeped at him and continued to speak while smiling. “Okay, all of the dishes are served! Oh, right, I see that young people love taking

looks really good, Aunt Helen. Of course we’ll have to

her do it on her own. Take photos of

expression changed. He

was scared by the fierceness that flashed through his eyes. She

it only lasted for a

back to the young man

my

didn’t seem laggy

into silence for a moment and slowly

she looked rather awkward. “Forget it.

the pictures! I know I’m old, but I know how to take

Phil’s phone but clearly felt he did not want to

it tight, and the veins on his hand were

entered a stagnant state,

not expect her to do that—he did not see that coming. His phone dropped into the boiling soup. The spilled soup messed up the table, giving his heart a

atmosphere was awkward.

She looked at Helen. She could see that

Helen went on with her act. “Look at me, I’m useless! I

indeed faulty. I was going to get him

Phil suddenly said that with

at him, feeling guilty. Her big eyes, which seemed to have stars twinkling in them,