Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

When Marcus was 16, he had already been accepted by Walton, the top of the
world’s three best business schools. He was also the heir of the Hamertons. If he
had not conspired against and encountered the plane crash, he would be the
decision-maker of the Hamertons by now.

Marcus could only smile in silence in response to Cordelia’s questioning gaze.
The girl pouted and wondered if Marcus had met some girl he did not end up
together with when he was 16. After all, people said that men could hardly forget
their first love. He was quite excited when he brought up the topic but stopped
halfway. It was obvious he did not want her to know.

Other than someone he could not have, there was no better explanation for his
action.

Disappointment flashed in Cordelia’s eyes. Since he did not want to tell her, she
would not ask either. Despite that, the matter left a sour taste in her mouth.

She quietly went back to the bedroom to change new sheets and get another set
of sheets for the couch in the living room.

Marcus was stunned for a few seconds. Realizing that something was wrong, he
grabbed her wrist. “You... Why are you setting the sheets on the couch again?”
“What's wrong with that?” Cordelia turned to look at him.

“Everything!” He tried hard to make himself sound calm. “Didn’t you say that I'll
sleep in the room tonight? Aren’t you going to... with me...”

“My cousin’s beaten up, and you have the mind to think about that?” Cordelia
glared at him. In addition to being angry about “whoever Marcus did not get to
have back then”, her attitude was curt.

“Carter won't be able to go home tonight for sure. Who's taking care of him if I
don't keep him around?”

Marcus did not know what Cordelia had been thinking about, so he only thought
that her shift in attitude was... kind of fast.

“He's staying tonight? Is the couch for him?”

“For me.” Cordelia wore a blank face.

“What did you say?” Marcus widened his eyes. “You're not asking me to—"
“Yeah.” Cordelia was expressionless. “You and Carter take the room. I'll just
sleep on the couch.”

“There's only one bed in the room!”

“It's fine. You two will fit.” Cordelia pushed the pillow to him. “You can even talk
about “things that only men would tell men’.”

Marcus was rendered speechless by the retort and took a few deep breaths.
While he was in the daze, Cordelia had already gotten Carter back from the
balcony and asked him to rest in the room after he washed up.

Carter actually obliged and went to sleep in the bedroom! Marcus felt his temples
throb.

He forced himself into the room and lay down on the other side of the bed.
Speaking of which, this was his first time sleeping on the bedroom bed since they
had gotten married—but the person lying next to him was a man!

He let out a long breath. The one-hour-plus he had spent in the bathroom was
wasted!

Carter heard Marcus tossing and turning. Since he was unable to sleep anytime
soon, he sat up to chat with the latter.

“Bro, don’t you think I'm kind of useless? I keep getting bullied.”

Carter was kind and excelled in his studies. He was simply too innocent and had
always had low esteem due to his family. He was scared the first time he saw
Marcus, but when the latter called him to the balcony and patiently talked to him,
even intending to avenge him, he suddenly thought this cold- and stern-looking
man was actually dependable.

“You're right, Marcus,” he said softly. “One should be independent and strong,
men especially. I'm going to learn from you, so I can protect Cordelia and my
family well in the future.”

Marcus kept his back against him without a word.

“Marcus, why aren’t you saying anything?” Carter took a closer look at him. “Are
you not used to it because my sister isn't beside you?”

Duh!

Marcus harrumphed inwardly but forced a “No” out of his lips.

“Oh, that's good then.” Carter chortled. “I'm really sorry for disturbing you both
tonight... I didn’t want to come to my cousin, but I was in a bad mood after
getting beaten. I don’t know who else I could go to aside from her.

“You won't blame me, right?”

“No.” Marcus squeezed his eyes shut and prayed that his brother-in-law would
stop talking.

“Marcus.” Carter sniffed. “What did you apply? Why does it smell so good?”
Marcus did not respond.

“Do you always make yourself smell this nice before you sleep with my cousin?”
“Shut up!” Marcus growled, “Sleep!”