Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia peeled her heavy eyelids open. She felt like her bones were dismantled and reassembled. The pain was unbearable.

She was greeted with white walls and the smell of antiseptic while being bandaged in gauze from head to toe. What was even more exaggerated was that her leg was hung high.

She was stunned when a large hand held hers, and the warmth of it seeped into her heart.

Cordelia turned to meet the man’s deep eyes.

He looked at her quietly with complex emotions running through them. Worry, frustration, concern, affection… and self-blame. He forced a smile and stroked her hair softly, speaking hoarsely. “You’re finally awake.”

Cordelia jostled, her head buzzing. Other than pain, she could not feel anything.

“What happened to me?”

“You don’t remember?” Marcus held her hand in his and rubbed it gently.

Cordelia’s lips were dry, and her throat was so parched—it felt like it was on fire. Her streams of consciousness slowly poured in, and she remembered everything that had happened that night.

Michael and Jesse kept making her drink and pushed her to Josiah. The latter took her into the car. She was unwilling to be taken advantage of, so she took off her bag strap and strangled the driver, then…

Cordelia grew restless and gripped her fists.

“It’s fine now,” Marcus consoled her softly. “Everything’s over. As long as you’re okay.”

“Honey,” she called out softly, looking at him with her arms stretched for a hug.

her to help

and secure embrace again. Upon listening to the familiar heartbeat, her grievance and fear she had been suppressing were finally released,

squeezed as he rubbed her

“Your coworker, Annie, actually texted me about your situation once you finished work. You

to be blamed.” Cordelia pressed her lips together. “I should have

this can hardly be avoided

gnashed her teeth, and her expression changed. She looked at her leg that was hung

fracture,” Marcus told her. “This one’s more serious. Aside from this, it’s scrapes everywhere else. Consider

to walk for

care of you

He would be taking care of her? She had experienced his culinary skills. If he

chuckled weakly, her hands around

solemn look. After a while of silence, he asked her, “Why did

“Hmm?”

jump off

breath and told him

a bit at that time. If I didn’t hear Michael and Jesse’s conversation in advance, I might already…” She bit her lips as tears welled in her

as self-defense was my only choice in that situation. I couldn’t sit around and

from the back and jump out of the car recklessly?

man. He looked stern and serious, his dark eyes rather frosty. Although he rarely smiled, he was not often

wronged. Was she wrong to have

him and murmured with a pout, “Would you rather some man take

you to stay alive!” Marcus’ tone was