Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Marcus choked and pulled Cordelia into his arms. Her waist easily fitted in his hand, so he tilted her chin up with another hand.

As he looked into her eyes, they were clear like pools of spring. Her cherry lips parted slightly like a soundless temptation.

Marcus felt a ball of flame churning within him.

Cordelia avoided his heated gaze as she blushed and panted. She could feel his unusually warm chest, powerful heartbeats, and the oozing manliness… She felt like melting. Before his kiss came, she pushed him away lightly.

“Don’t.” She smiled embarrassedly. “I still have to cook.”

Marcus stopped, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

“Tonight…” Cordelia’s voice was soft and weak. It was a challenge for her to utter that one word as she blushed bright red.

“Don’t sleep on the couch tonight. It’s uncomfortable. Sleep in the room.”

Marcus paused in a daze. This was probably the bravest thing she could say. He held back a chuckle and ran his thumb over her red ear, replying hoarsely, “Okay.”

Marcus entered the bathroom right after dinner. He usually took only ten minutes to take a shower, but he had spent nearly an hour this time.

Cordelia had already cut up some fruits and watched television but still did not see the man coming up. There was only the occasional sound of water running.

Her face heated up, and she went to change into her pajamas. As she sat by the bed anxiously, she had no idea where to place her hands.

What was he going to do to her later? He was tall and muscular, so he must be stronger than the average…

head in shame when she felt that

the bathroom stopped. She jolted and clutched the

be

as she was both nervous

to these pleasant scenes when she was younger and to fantasize about marrying the person she loved and having an unforgettable

no longer her wedding night, it would be her first

a blissful smile stretched the corners of her lips. She hoped that everything would be like what the novels said and she could reminisce

it, an urgent knock rang at the

even more so when she opened the door. Carter stood outside with a busted face

Cordelia pulled him into the

and kept sobbing, unable to speak

coughed that she snapped back to reality and slowly

currently Yelena, and the latter had no

cousin.” She forced a smile and discreetly

the man his

Cordelia said softly, “Greet your

looked at the man timidly, getting an inexplicable commanding presence from

a word. He made Carter sit on the couch

injured. His forehead was bruised and swollen, and there was a large patch of skin scraped off his leg. His wound was sticking

Carter was still pale and sweating

beat you up?” Cordelia cried, “Who did you