Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

He bent down to pick it up. The soft cotton touch and the faint fragrant scent on it
suddenly sparked a different feeling within him.

It was Cordelia’s bra—a simple basic design.

Marcus smirked. He licked his lips and felt parched. When he came back to his
senses, just as he was about to shove all the clothes into the washing machine,
he heard the sound of the door, then the small woman's voice.

“Marcus, are you home? Gosh, I drank too much water in the afternoon. I'm
going to die. I need to use the toilet...”

Suddenly, two pairs of eyes met. Both of them were stunned.

Cordelia looked at Marcus in surprise before her gaze went down and she
spotted the laundry basket beside him, the dirty laundry, the washing machine
with its door open, and... She cried out and blushed in the blink of an eye.
“Why are you holding this?!”

She darted forward and snatched her bra from his hand swiftly, wishing nothing
more than to bury herself in a hole.

Marcus was a little embarrassed as well. Judging by her reaction, anyone who
didn’t know better would have thought that a burglar was in their house...

Hold on, she did not see him as a burglar, right? The perverted kind who would
only steal bras...

Marcus, who was visibly alarmed, coughed. He answered her as naturally as
possible, “I don’t have much to do at home, so I planned to do the laundry.”
Cordelia kept her eyes down, not daring to look at him, while her heart thrashed
around.

“You... Just leave it all here. I'll do it later.”

“Didn't you say a family requires effort from both people? The house chores
should be shared as well.”

“It's fine, it’s really fine! This is mine. I'll wash it myself...”

Cordelia kept shaking her head, looking absolutely adorable despite how
embarrassed and exasperated she was.

Marcus looked at her. The edge that he had repressed just now ran amok within
him like a wild beast again.

“I'm your husband.” His voice was husky as he purposely spoke next to her ear.
“We're together in this. Doesn't it make sense for me to wash your bra for you?”
Cordelia kept her head ducked as her bright eyes shone with nervousness and
her breathing quickened.

As Marcus’ heated chest pressed close to her and she clutched her bra, despite
her anxious state, there was a hint of docile softness in her. She was like a
defenseless kitten, completely captivating the man’s protectiveness and
possessiveness.

An abrupt force pulled Cordelia into Marcus’ arms before his kisses invaded her
world. She lost her footing instantly. Not knowing how to kiss, as she faced the
man’s strong presence, she could only clumsily reciprocate.

Her inexperience only made Marcus want to cherish her more...

Cordelia’s face was red from the kisses as she panted with wet eyes. She stared
at Marcus in a daze, not knowing what he would do next.

What was supposed to happen on the night of their wedding... Was it going to
happen now?

“Marcus...” Cordelia’s soft voice felt like a hint, like a kitten softly clawing at the
man’s heart.

Marcus picked her up and strode right into the bedroom before landing with her
on the bed. He was about to unclothe her, when his phone rang. It sounded
again and again, determined to make him answer it.

Marcus let out a heavy breath and got off the bed to go to the living room. His
voice was close to a growl when he answered the call. “What is it?!”

On the other end of the line, Josiah shuddered after a jolt and stammered, “Z...
y-you... Is it a bad time to talk?”