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!”

makes really good soups too,” said

to speak while smiling. “Okay, all of the

responded immediately. “The food you cooked looks really good, Aunt Helen. Of course we’ll have

“Don’t let her do it on her

expression changed. He snapped his

fierceness that flashed through his eyes. She instinctively

lasted

Phil went back to the young man who always had a

sorry, my phone is

seem laggy when you were taking pictures

for a moment and slowly

at Zennie, and she looked rather awkward. “Forget it. Let’s

I’ll take the pictures! I know I’m old, but I

phone but clearly felt he did not want to

the veins on his hand were

entered a

coming. His phone dropped into the boiling

awkward. It was

that tried his best to suppress his

act. “Look at me, I’m useless!

“His phone is indeed faulty. I was going to get him

said that with a

guilty. Her big eyes, which seemed to have stars twinkling in them, were