Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Lena’s wounds were getting better each day, and her body was slowly returning to normal.

The small village was peaceful and quiet, almost like it was cut off from the rest of the world. Even though it was close to Centrolis, it didn’t have the busy feel of a big city.

Lena liked the vibe there. She would often sit in the yard, looking at the flowers growing freely, taking deep breaths, and listening to birds singing.

At meal times, Chris would come to get her. The first time Lena saw the fancy meal Chris had made—four dishes and soup—her calm expression turned into one of amazement.

“How is it?” Chris, who still had on an apron, proudly showed her the dishes. “Try it. It’s going to make your taste buds dance!”

“How did you learn to cook like this? I thought…”

“Thought I’d blow up the kitchen like those two spoiled heirs?” Chris chuckled.

He had shredded the potatoes that way back in the Thompsons the last time just to preserve Zuko’s pride.

“When I first joined the military, I was assigned to the mess hall. Frying, sautéing, and cooking are all basic skills!”

Lena stared at him in a daze. Whenever he came close, she could smell the lingering aroma of cooking on him. She remembered someone saying that men were cuter when they cooked than when they smoked. She understood it now.

Who wouldn’t want to share their life with a man who possessed both a rugged charm and domestic qualities? Plus, he was adept at handling a sniper rifle…

A light blush appeared on Lena’s cheeks, but the slight flutter in her heart settled swiftly like a warm iron smoothing out wrinkled fabric.

Chris readied another meal that night and called her in from the yard.

Lena’s movement was still limited, so Chris had been carrying her to and fro the house whenever necessary these days. Today was the same—gently, he settled her into her seat.

from the lady who

pursed her

he occasionally assisted the villagers with tasks besides taking care of Lena.

at the village’s entrance

mushroom slice but sensed no freshness. Instead, it left a sour

fork down abruptly, Lena fixed her gaze on

by her intense stare, Chris dropped the mushroom slice he had just picked up back onto the plate, his eyes widening as he looked at

“W-What’s… What’s the matter?”

few words through her gritted teeth,

bursting into laughter. “I added vinegar dressing for the salad! Who told

Lena’s, his laughter abruptly

she might have been imagining things. She had mistakenly placed the

thinking of preparing some raw sliced fish for you, but

at him and then at the vinegar dressing plate. She remembered that Chris didn’t know how to make the dressing—but the woman did, and her daughter was even

that realization, Lena’s jealousy began

Was there really no food on this table that she

down his utensils and

about how you got hurt. Why

maintained a blank expression. “She’s

because she once snooped around

thinks I’m not normal. Someone who thinks someone else is odd must be

Chris was both amused

reasoning to him, yet it

we never really encountered this sort of logic. Normally,

don’t really fit that pattern. Because, from