Married a Secret Billionaire

He was going to leave with the soup, but the cat’s fat paw lingered by the window like it was coming in yet did not want to once it saw Zephyr.

Zephyr knew that it was hungry, but there was nothing to eat in the kitchen. He scooped a bowl of soup and left it on the window sill. If it had been any other day, he would be reluctant to take care of the cat, but he was in a good mood today.

Zephyr smiled and was going to turn away when he saw the tabby cat sniffing the bowl of soup and hopping right off the window sill.

He froze. What was the matter?

The tabby cat was usually a foodie, yet it acted reserved today.

The smile Zephyr wore slowly disappeared as doubt furrowed his brows. He looked at the soup in his hand and suddenly had a strange feeling.

“Zephyr?”

Cordelia’s lazy drawl came from behind. “Why are you standing frozen in the kitchen?”

Zephyr turned around to the sight of her leaning against the kitchen door with slightly disheveled hair and groggy eyes. The flush on her cheeks had yet to subside, and her pajamas hung loosely on her frame, revealing a large patch of fair skin around her décolleté.

He walked over slowly and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

Cordelia saw the soup in his hand and chortled. “You wouldn’t be thinking about making me breakfast, would you?”

“I don’t cook very well…” Zephyr crouched to rub noses with her and said huskily, “But I think it’s no problem for me to fill you up!”

“No!” Cordelia looked at him playfully and poked him in the chest. “I wouldn’t dare try Mr. Z’s cooking. I worry that I’ll have diarrhea! I have to work today…”

“Oh,” Zephyr said intentionally, “Then I insist on making you breakfast so you can’t work properly. My mom will get angry and fire you. Then you can stay home every day!”

she was going to hit him, and he grabbed her wrist lightly to pull her into his

“Stop it!”

“Beg me!”

“Please…”

“Too insincere!”

to be with her

was what she had told

at her quietly and smiled, grabbing her bare shoulder that

that Cordelia was still sleeping. He got up gently and went to warm up the

with all sorts of tricks to nourish Cordelia,

Cordelia seemed to still be

and heard meowing as soon as he went to the

the front of the house. A fat tabby cat hopped up the window

was a regular in

an issue if it would make it. Cordelia took care of it and even made it a home on the porch. The cat seemed to be

it would prance over with a high tail and

indifferent about the furry little animal, but since Cordelia

and took the initiative to greet it for the first time

that it was him, it stopped stretching and

and rolled his eyes at it. Fine, if it was going to ignore him!

to leave with the soup, but the cat’s fat paw lingered by the window like it was coming in yet did not want to once it saw

nothing to eat in the kitchen. He scooped a bowl of soup and left it on the window sill. If it had been any other day, he would be reluctant to take care

going to turn away when he saw the tabby