Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

“I washed it!” Cordelia said hurriedly. “I promise it’s clean! There’s nothing wrong with it!”

“Hah, you washed it?” the sales assistant scoffed. “Miss, why’d you wash it when you only rented it for a day? You rented it to get married, not to farm, right?”

Cordelia, who was embarrassed, flushed.

The conditions during her wedding had actually not been too different from farming conditions. She had walked the muddy village paths in the rain, soiling her white wedding dress and shoes, as well as chafing her feet.

The sales assistant flipped the skirt of the wedding dress repeatedly and threw Cordelia dirty looks.

“Miss, even if you wash this washing dress, you have to dry wash it!

“Do you even know what dry washing means?”

The sales assistant intentionally mocked her upon seeing how naïve she was. “Sigh, our wedding gowns have been sold one after another since we opened for business. This is the first time we rented one… Hah, don’t get married if you can’t even afford a dress!”

“Can’t one get married without buying a wedding dress? Is there a law against it?”

Cordelia turned around in surprise upon hearing the sudden stern voice and saw Marcus walk in. It was as if the air had frosted around his eyes, and he oozed an authoritative presence.

There was a slight frown on his face as he approached Cordelia and naturally wound an arm around her. He snorted at the sales assistant, “Do you think people are blind enough to miss the huge ‘wedding dresses for rent’ sign in your shop?”

“You—”

styles you have here are average, and the quality is not exactly fine. There’s no need to buy one

rolled her eyes. “Just admit that you can’t afford one! Picking a

of the hall. It was a fishtail dress that would accentuate one’s figure. There was golden thread sewn discreetly in it, as well as scattered diamantes in

could not be compared

snapped, “You won’t be able to afford it no matter how much you look! Sigh, miss, I

me and my husband is nothing for an outsider like you to comment

little woman had always been docile and nice, but she

can take the wedding dress to the dry cleaner and bring it back. But

“What?”

was nice—depending on the person speaking to her. She could endure it when others bullied her, but if people around her were bullied, she would fight with everything she had—even when that was her husband, who she had never met and had just

face was flushed as she repeated

eyes at her

Marcus said with

you like that

“Huh?”

glimmering in gold right in the center

face when he pulled out a card and placed it

froze. The sales assistant stared

at the man’s sleeve and reminded him