Married a Secret Billionaire

“Ms. Cordelia… do you want fruits?”

“Fruits?” Cordelia paused. “No?”

“Then why’s Mr. Zephyr going to the storeroom? That storeroom is basically filled with fruits!”

Cordelia was even more puzzled. Not too long later, though, she saw Zephyr coming out with two big pineapples. He placed them in front of her.

“What… are you doing?” Cordelia took a few steps back.

Zephyr wore a straight face as he uttered lightly, “I’ll get on my knees.”

“You…”

“Darling, we’ve agreed on the rules, right?” He chuckled. “First, my wife is always right. Second, if my wife is wrong, refer to the first rule!

“So, there’s no explanation in this matter. It’s my fault!

“Since I’m wrong, I have to be punished. Nicholas kneels down on a washboard? I’ll kneel down on pineapples!”

Cordelia widened her eyes to stare at him in disbelief.

he got hurt? She then began to

not done anything rude. Instead, he had taken their sides and

she knew what kind of person her husband was. His devotion and loyalty to

unreasonable of her to

spot, regretful, with

she caught a glimpse of the

completely in Zephyr’s grasp again. He knew that she could not bear for him

would let

at him, clearing her throat without giving anything away. “Good attitude in

curve of Zephyr’s lips

you really getting your

“Of course!”

“Okay, do it then.”

Why did she act out of

“Didn’t you say you’d punish yourself? You’ve gotten the

like he was standing on pins and needles. A myriad of

a genuine giggle

“Darling…”

you think I’m a pushover, don’t you? Each time you pull the pitiful card, I’ll start reflecting on myself, and

“…”