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. “Thank

Mr. Smith left politely.

the place. She was the one who had asked to

on the

his limited culinary skills after his identity was exposed, and he, too, had stood helplessly in front of her just like

chuckled wryly. Was she

She looked at him. “Have

he sprang right up once he

want to tell you that I’ve mistreated you all. A thought gone stray back then cost yours and

“Cordelia, I’m not a good father. I’m not asking for

Cordelia clenched her hands, nails digging into

“Cordelia—”

“It’s too late!”

with what she

hoarse as he called her

you know how

contact. Her gaze was deep, like an abyss—it

lips moved, but he could not

illegitimate daughter, and Joanne

and Carter was so young. I began doing house chores and taking care of mom and him when I was eight! I learned how to spend each penny every month so we wouldn’t starve, so

give me anything! I’m lucky I met Zephyr.

“Sorry, I’m sorry…”

was being sliced but sorry felt cheap at this moment. No matter how many times

“I’m sorry. I am not prepared to call

shaking his