Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia said softly, “Uncle Bond, we’ve read your work, and Zephyr likes it a lot. He can only sleep after flipping through a few pages every night!”

Jim scratched his head in embarrassment and looked very down to earth when he smiled.

“Ah, you’ve flattered me. It’s my luck that they could see me!”

Cordelia chuckled.

Destiny was a loser’s excuse, while luck was the humble reason of a successful person.

It seemed that Jim was a humble and open person. It was no wonder he was able to impress Janine, who reigned in the business world. Perhaps it was because their personalities were complementary.

Jim seemed simple and honest, but he was considerate toward Janine. He knew that she was stressed over several projects recently and ordered her mild-flavored dishes. Janine had a bad back and easily grew tired when she sat for a long time, so he brought along a cushion and stuffed it behind her before she said anything.

After Cordelia chatted with Jim, she also found him to be a friendly elder. He was easy to get along with and knew pretty much everything, from astronomy and geography to literature and economy—he was like a walking encyclopedia.

Zuko was getting restless, so Cordelia took him

look one bit like the menace she was

a straight face and kept giving his mother looks while Jim excused himself to

“What?”

aren’t even that official. Do you have to act like you’re Mrs.

last name?” Janine put a piece of steak into her mouth. “I’ve never called myself Mrs. Hamerton even before I divorced your

do you mean? You want Jim to marry into

honest, I haven’t thought that far.” Janine put down her cutlery and looked at her son seriously. “I don’t think a marriage certificate can represent much. Besides, must women take their husband’s last

“Well…”

because we like each other and can seek comfort from each other as we enter old age. But the name Janine Baker stays as it is. Whether

Janine quietly. She smiled and patted the

I’ve always thought that women can only decide their own fate when they

worry. I’m not a hopeless romantic. I won’t

froze before he chuckled. As a son, he was relieved to hear this