Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

“The sales department is one of the most important departments in the company.” Karine purposely began to mock her during the meeting. “If certain people genuinely are untalented at sales, it’d be best not to hog the seat and leave the opportunity to more capable people!

“Our company isn’t a retirement home. All of you know better. People who haven’t closed a single deal and only make the basic salary should really consider a way out soon!”

Cordelia kept her head ducked. The frown between her brows remained there the entire afternoon.

When she went home after a day’s worth of exhaustion, she was greeted like a boss by Marcus, who was on his phone on the couch, once she entered. The kitchen was empty, and there was not even a glass of drinkable water.

The grievances Cordelia had held in for some time finally broke through the dam.

“You… didn’t make dinner?”

Marcus shifted his gaze away from the phone. The small woman in front of him had a slightly red face as she panted, her chest heaving. Her big, bright eyes were trained on him. Despite that, her questioning tone did not sound interrogating—she was more like a begrudging wife complaining cutely to her husband.

Intrigued, Marcus felt his gaze on her unknowingly turn meaningful.

stood up from the couch with an innocent expression. “Haven’t you been the one cooking since

than her when he stood up before her. She deflated at first. Besides, she was gentle and tolerant, so she was not genuinely blaming

It was just that…

“I’ve been cooking all this while, but I’m out working now. You… Shouldn’t you share

today. Even if you don’t know how to cook, you could have prepared the ingredients. Are

time Cordelia showed her temper since they’d gotten married. It barely counted, actually. She was just grumbling. The way the girl wanted to get

I’m not working and

explained frantically, “I didn’t mean it like

to watch her with a smirk, a flash of playful affection that

what did you

you, my mind has been

your life, I

she spoke, the softer she grew. Then, she began wondering if what she was saying hurt his ego. Men were all egoistic, especially previously convicted men like him, so he must hate that this

are you saying?” Marcus tried to hold the corners of his lips down lest the girl caught him trying to laugh. “You’d