Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia was delirious. She did not know how to answer him and could only
respond shyly following what he said.

She gently closed her eyes, listening to the light shower of rain pitter-pattering on
the window and feeling the man’s passionate kisses... She slowly opened up her
heart.

Marcus eventually woke up at the crack of dawn.

Back when he was at the Hamertons’, he would sometimes wake up at 4:00 a.m.
to work. He would always wake up early, a habit unchanged all these years.

In spite of it, because of Cordelia last night, he was filled with the impulse to
sleep in for the first time.

Marcus turned to look at her silently. The girl was sound asleep and looked
endearing. He could not help kissing her lips, but the sweetness of it stirred his
urge again. He tried to hold himself back as he thought about last night's frenzy.
She must be exhausted.

Marcus got up and caught a glimpse of his phone screen lighting up. He put on a
T-shirt and got out of bed to go to the balcony quietly.

“Z, hope I didn’t disturb you this early in the morning?” Fredric asked in a low
tone.

“What's the matter?”

Fredric chuckled. “Your old man has been lashing out recently and took back a
subsidiary under Matthew. All the Hamertons are saying that you're the one
behind this.”

Marcus smiled. It was him indeed.

Fortunately, his grandfather doted on him, and there was a flaw in Matthew's
accounts, no matter how perfect he fabricated them. Besides, there were many
people in the Hamertons—lots more who were more courageous than Matthew.
His grandfather was aged but not senile. His punishment for Matthew was
actually a warning to the others with ulterior motives.

“What's my uncle’s response?” asked Marcus, lowering his volume.

“It's said he’s sincere in front of the old man.” Fredric chortled. “Don’t you know
your second uncle well enough? Not only did he cry admitting his mistake, but he
even knelt down at the family memorial hall and reflected himself to your
ancestors for several nights!”

Marcus sneered. He could already imagine how Centrolis’ media would report on
Matthew. It would all be positive compliments saying that he was able to correct
himself, that he was kind and honest, and that he was serving his family loyally.
This was Matthew's usual trick. With such overwhelming praises, even his grave
mistake could be covered up.

Therefore, how could the outsiders believe that such a kind and honest man
would tinker with the plane and harm his own nephew?

Marcus’ expression was dark as his grip on the balcony railing tightened.

“I won't return to Centrolis yet.”

Fredric paused. “Won't you miss the chance if you don’t return now?”

“It's no use even if I go back now with his award-winning acting skills. Might as
well watch what he does and strike his fatal point to beat him and his lackeys
once and for alll”

Fredric nodded, agreeing with his viewpoint.

A soft voice sounded from the phone just then. “Marcus? Darling... where are
you?”

Cordelia’s “darling” was soft and languid with a hint of a whine. Even through the
phone call, Fredric was astonished by it—what was more, Marcus, who faced her
every day.

Fredric grinned. It seemed that there was another reason the man was not
returning to Centrolis just yet...

Marcus hung up in a hurry and went to the bedroom.

Cordelia was wrapped up in the blanket as she tried to reach for the clothes on
the floor. However, her left leg prevented her from getting anything, even when
her face was red from exertion.

Marcus went in and picked up the clothes on the floor before carefully draping
them over her.

Cordelia glanced at him and lowered her head shyly. Her gaze at him was
different from the past now. She had entirely transformed into a darling wife who
was attached to her husband.

Marcus stroked her burning cheek gently and asked, “Are you still in discomfort?”
Cordelia nodded almost unnoticeably before smiling and snuggling into his chest.
“Sorry.” Marcus rubbed her hair and spoke softly by her ear. “But... I'll know what
to do the next time.”

She punched him and whined. “Alright, stop it!”

With his arms around her, Marcus laughed heartily.

“Sleep a bit more. I'll go make breakfast.” He volunteered. “What do you feel like
having?”

“Anything?” Cordelia blinked her big eyes. “Hmm... I don't really have an
appetite. Just make me some pasta.”

“Sure, I'll add some protein. Let's make pasta and chicken.”

“Chicken this early in the morning?”

“You worked hard last night.” Marcus smirked. “To replenish you!”

Cordelia flushed as she pummeled him softly. “Stop it! You're not listening!”

The next few days, Cordelia realized that Marcus had not been joking with what
he had said.

Her leg injury inconvenienced her movements, so the man took it as an excuse
to carry her around daily. She could have used the crutches, but he forbade it. He
carried her from the moment she woke up in the morning until she went to bed at
night, then...

Cordelia could barely take it as she nagged him.

“My leg injury hasn't healed yet. I need rest!”

Yet, the man retorted, “You need more exercise with your leg, or it'll get moldy!”
“You're just bullying me while I can’t move as usual!”

“Honey.” He smirked and said, “Alright, I'll help you down to walk around since
your leg is injured.”