Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Marcus smiled back at her and held her hand.

“Yeah, we've gotten a real good deal.”

With how the husband and wife were chorusing each other, it would be tactless
for Oliver to pursue the matter further. Thus, he came up with an excuse and left.
After some effort, Cordelia left the event with Marcus through the side door.

As both of them walked on the street behind the hotel, the night was bright with
the moon and scattered stars. The air was fresh with the fragrance of plants
exclusive to this season, and it felt reinvigorating as the breeze blew.

There were even fireflies in the bushes, blinking and complementing the dark
blue sky.

Cordelia smiled and rested her head against Marcus’ shoulder. They strolled
slowly, enjoying the rare leisure and quiet.

“Why did you say that just now?” Marcus suddenly asked her.

Cordelia paused and answered softly, “You mustn't want Oliver to know too much
about us, right?”

“How did you know?”

“You're my husband. Of course I know you!” Cordelia stroked the ring on her
finger with a sweet smile.

He was her husband. Of course, she would do everything she could to
understand and love him.

Emotions filled Marcus, and warmth colored his deep eyes.

“And I also think that what's between husband and wife shouldn't be disclosed to
outsiders too much,” Cordelia said seriously. “After all, I'm only an acquaintance
with Mr. Jones. There's an old saying about not saying too much when you meet
someone, right?”

Marcus chuckled and rubbed Cordelia’s hair, inwardly impressed by her. He had
always thought that she was naive and honest, a little silly even, but she was
sharp when it mattered.

“Why are you looking at me?” Cordelia blinked.

Marcus spoke softly by her ear. “Just thinking that I've married an invaluable
gem.”

Cordelia blushed and gave the man’s muscular chest a light push.

“Darling, you're smart, pretty, and capable. Have you regretted marrying me?”
“What are you saying?” Cordelia glared at him without fear. “Even Giselle can
see that I'm guarding you with my life, and you have to ask?!”

“I just don’t feel very confident.” Marcus smiled. “Your sister's goal is to marry Mr.
Z Hamerton, but you...”

“Here you go again!” She pouted. “Can you stop mentioning Mr. Z Hamerton? My
ears are bleeding from hearing this name all night! And I think that there's a big
problem with this Mr. Z!”

Marcus raised a brow and looked at her with interest. “What problem?”

“Mr. Z Hamerton, doesn't it sound pretentious?” Cordelia pursed her lips. “I think
he must either have a problem in his head or look ugly!”

Marcus was rendered speechless.

“Ah, darling!” Cordelia looked like she was struck with a realization. “Who knows
if he really looks too mature for his age and doesn’t look good? I guess that
children from an established family like the Hamertons have a lot of pressure
since they're young. This Mr. Z might have turned bald a long time ago from the
immense pressure! He might even have a hormonal imbalance and be fat like a
meatball! A bald head and a fat body, so he'd look like 50 when he’s still in his
20s. Right?

“Gosh, if that's the case... Mr. Z is kind of pitiful. Don't you think so?”

There was a flurry of expressions on Marcus’ face before he patted Cordelia’s
shoulder after some time.

“Honey, let's go home.”

Cordelia’s interest was piqued instead. “Hey, you said that you've been to
Centrolis before. Have you met Mr. Z in person?

“Is he like my guess?

“Do you want to bet with me, darling? This Mr. Z is definitely a bald meatball!”