Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chris arrived at the apartment. As soon as he entered, he smelled a delightful aroma wafting from the kitchen.

There, he found Lena busily cooking, tending to a pot of chicken soup that had been simmering for hours. Though soup required patience, she did not seem to mind. She lifted the lid and took a whiff, then used a small spoon to taste it before she smiled in satisfaction.

Chris leaned against the kitchen doorway, a mix of emotions washing over him as he observed her.

He walked over quietly and embraced her from behind, causing her to jump in surprise. He tightened his hands around her waist, and she relaxed upon recognizing his familiar touch.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly.

Chris did not reply. Instead, he took in her scent and kissed her neck tenderly.

Lena shrank into herself, her face flushing.

Chris chuckled. It seemed he had discovered her sensitive spot.

"Even though this isn't for me, it still feels great," Chris said softly.

"What?"

"To come home and see you busy in the kitchen, the house filled with warmth and the aroma of cooking, and to have you beside me. This is the life I want most."

Lena served him a bowl, and Chris acted flattered. "What? Isn't this a treat for pregnant ladies?"

"Are you having it or not?" Lena asked with a casual tone, but there was a hint of a smile on her face.

Chris could not have been happier. He carried it to the dining table as if he were holding a precious treasure and savored every spoonful.

turned off the stove and sat across from him,

life he had described earlier was exactly what

and said thoughtfully, "Lenny,

a hushed tone. "I don't want others to know. If it weren't for wanting to explain that photo to you, I wouldn't have told you

his head, hesitating to speak. "Lenny, can I ask you

"Sure."

certain that you are Mr. Thompson's daughter?" Lena was taken aback. What could be uncertain about this? Her mother had written all those things in her diary, and they were all

her gaze unwavering. "I'm sure. Everything my

are true, but..." Chris looked a bit anxious. "But she didn't explicitly write that you are Nicholas

what are you

into his pocket for the crumpled DNA test report. He had secretly taken Lena's hair for a DNA test, and the result showed she had no

had read Lena's diary and listened to her life story, he had harbored doubts. He knew what kind of person Nicholas

family and the fantasies she had built around it. He wanted to protect her and could not bear to shatter her illusions. After all, Lena was unlikely to spread the truth. So, why not

and gently

a bit strange today." Lena

said softly. "I just

"What is it?"

what I truly want..." Chris looked into her eyes and spoke seriously. "Lenny, let's get married."

Linda's gentle smile. There was a soft blanket on her, and she

still can't sleep properly!" Linda chided. "You came

blushed and smiled apologetically, leaning into her mother's

time with them. However, as soon as she

over me. Lately, all I want to do is eat and sleep." Lina stretched and spotted some fresh oranges on the

so your mobility is limited and you feel sluggish," Linda said, stroking