Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia’s injury required rest, so Marcus took her back home to care for.

In the beginning, Cordelia was worried. Marcus did not know how to do house
chores, and even cooking was a problem. Now that she was injured, the house
would definitely be a mess.

Despite that, her eyes sparkled the moment Marcus carried her into the house.
Their home was clean and tidy. Everything was put in place, not looking any
different than before she got hurt.

“Not bad, huh?” Marcus chuckled deeply.

His gaze at her was like a little boy who was waiting for the teacher to praise him.
Cordelia grinned. She had always thought that her husband was unpredictable,
but all she saw was him browsing finance news in various foreign languages
usually. She did not expect him to be able to handle housework as well!

Awhile later, Marcus served two dishes.

Cordelia tasted them and found that they were decent, just a little too much salt.
However, she was already pleasantly surprised with how they turned out.

“I've always said that my husband is the best!” She looked up at him playfully.
“Looks like me getting injured is a good thing. I get to do nothing and wait to be
served!”

“Sure.” Marcus smiled with a cryptic gaze and replied in a slightly husky voice, “I
can serve you well tonight too. What do you think?”

Cordelia blushed instantly as her heart thumped.

Marcus smiled at her and enjoyed his meal.

Cordelia could handle most of the activities, but taking a shower became an
issue. Marcus offered to help her, but she rejected him right away.

The man chortled. “We're already husband and wife, and you still mind? You're
inconvenienced by your leg now. It's my duty to help you shower.”

Cordelia looked down in silence, her hands clutching the hem of her clothes.
Marcus did not force her upon seeing that she was genuinely nervous. Her eyes
were cast down, and she bit her lips lightly. Her shyness, innocence, and
anxiousness about sex, her embarrassed soft murmurs in front of him like she
was playing hard-to-get... All those stripped him of his rationality and made him
lose control.

Marcus narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Mm, go on.” He passed her a clean towel. “I'll be at the door. Call me if you need
anything.”

Cordelia nodded and darted into the bathroom.

Some time passed, and Marcus paced back and forth in front of the bathroom
door since he was worried.

“Are you done?” He knocked on the door. The water running inside stopped.

“I can come in and help you...”

“No need!” Cordelia cried, “I can handle it!"

Marcus paused with a small smile. The sound of the running water tickled his
heart. Once he thought of Cordelia’s plastered leg and that she had to struggle
alone in the slippery bathtub as well as watch out for the tiled floor, he frowned.
He should better go in!

It was not to take advantage of the girl. He was preventing her from falling. With
such thoughts, Marcus pushed the door open only to see Cordelia getting out of
the bathtub when he looked up...

Her skin was smooth and supple. She was gorgeous getting out of the bathtub
and wearing nothing. Marcus gulped, feeling parched. He felt like his blood had
all rushed up to his head!

Cordelia was surprised. Because of her leg cast that could not get wet, her leg
had been stretched out of the bathtub. Now that she had to get out of it...

“Ah!” she cried and flushed nervously in embarrassment. As her foot slipped, she
fell toward the tiled floor. She did not land on the floor, though, as she fell
securely into a warm chest.

Marcus grabbed the towel to cover her up, but his hand hovered in the air. The
scene presented before him was giving him feelings...

What should have happened on their wedding night had been postponed until
almost half a year now! He had not been intimate with her back then because
they were basically strangers living under the same roof. They naturally needed
some time to get used to it.

Now, however...

“S-Stop looking!” Cordelia shyly turned her face away.

“Mm, I won't look.” Marcus chuckled, his husky tone tinged with lust. He bent to
carry her up.

Cordelia’s mind went blank. When she reacted again, Marcus was already
placing her carefully on the bed.

The man got up on top of her after that. There seemed to be two burning flames
in his deep eyes.

Cordelia’s breathing quickened. She felt his scattered kisses, gentle and
cherishing her.

“Tonight...”

He was not asking for her permission. His word was masculine and domineering.
Cordelia shuffled anxiously, her wet eyes shy and dazed.

Marcus smirked and avoided her injured left leg.

“Don't be scared.” He chuckled in a deep tone. “Don’t worry, just leave yourself to
me.”