Married a Secret Billionaire

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 no 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 naïve 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!"