Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Rowan froze on the spot, not knowing which leg to move first.

“Mr. Harris, your manager’s waiting for you at the door,” Mr. Smith said with a smile. “There are a few shots to add to Ms. Lulham’s film!”

“Mm, got it.” Neil patted his clothes and put on his sunglasses before walking out. Before he left, he mouthed a “You got this” to Rowan.

Rowan looked at the elevator and then at Mr. Smith with a troubled expression.

Mr. Smith chuckled. “Mr. Irwin, Madam Baker said that you’ve been monkeying here these two days to meet Mrs. Hamerton!”

“Well…” How could Janine describe him to be monkeying around!?

“Don’t worry.” Mr. Smith saw through him. “Madam Baker returned to Chaiseland on an early flight today. She’s not around.”

It was only then Rowan looked better, but he could not let others notice that he was wary of Janine. Hence, he coughed and straightened up his back, huffing audibly. “It doesn’t matter if she’s around or not! I’m not scared!”

Mr. Smith watched Rowan’s back with a shake of his head. He took him to Cordelia’s office shortly.

“Mrs. Hamerton, Mr. Irwin’s here.”

Cordelia’s hands holding a document paused slightly, and she could not help biting her lips.

“Cor—” Rowan stepped forward, but before he could address her, he was worried about upsetting her and changed it to “Madam Cordelia”.

Madam Cordelia? Even Mr. Smith could not help giggling.

Rowan stood rooted. Cordelia did not ask him to sit, so he kept standing.

Mr. Smith said softly, “Mrs. Hamerton, there’s not much to do today. There are two artist schedules. I’ll take them. Have a good talk with Mr. Irwin.”

Cordelia nodded.

Mr. Smith left politely.

office was then filled with silence. Cordelia could hear her anxious heartbeats. Her thoughts were all over the place. She was the one who had asked to meet him, but she was also the one staying

man, who was put on the pedestal in

recalled how Zephyr had made a table full of dishes despite his limited culinary skills after his identity

chuckled wryly. Was she

She looked at him. “Have

delightfully surprised, but he sprang right up once

lips and said seriously, “I… I just want to tell you that I’ve mistreated you

good father. I’m not asking for your forgiveness… but please give me a chance to make it

Cordelia clenched her hands, nails digging

“Cordelia—”

“It’s too late!”

dropped with what

as he called her name almost

know how we’ve spent these

Her gaze was deep, like an abyss—it was no longer

moved, but he could

daughter,

young. I began doing house chores and taking care of mom and him when I was eight! I learned how to spend each penny

lucky I met Zephyr. If that man were really Marcus Grist,

“Sorry, I’m sorry…”

was being sliced but sorry felt cheap at this moment.

Cordelia wiped her tears and sobbed, “I’m sorry.

shaking