Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia’s injury required rest, so Marcus took her back home to care for.

In the beginning, Cordelia was worried. Marcus did not know how to do house chores, and even cooking was a problem. Now that she was injured, the house would definitely be a mess.

Despite that, her eyes sparkled the moment Marcus carried her into the house.

Their home was clean and tidy. Everything was put in place, not looking any different than before she got hurt.

“Not bad, huh?” Marcus chuckled deeply.

His gaze at her was like a little boy who was waiting for the teacher to praise him.

Cordelia grinned. She had always thought that her husband was unpredictable, but all she saw was him browsing finance news in various foreign languages usually. She did not expect him to be able to handle housework as well!

A while later, Marcus served two dishes.

Cordelia tasted them and found that they were decent, just a little too much salt. However, she was already pleasantly surprised with how they turned out.

“I’ve always said that my husband is the best!” She looked up at him playfully. “Looks like me getting injured is a good thing. I get to do nothing and wait to be served!”

“Sure.” Marcus smiled with a cryptic gaze and replied in a slightly husky voice, “I can serve you well tonight too. What do you think?”

instantly as

at her and enjoyed

most of the activities, but taking a shower became an issue. Marcus offered

wife, and you still mind? You’re inconvenienced by your leg now. It’s my duty to help you

silence, her hands clutching the hem

lightly. Her shyness, innocence, and anxiousness about sex, her embarrassed soft murmurs in front of

eyes and took a

a clean towel. “I’ll be at the door. Call me

darted into

in front of the

done?” He knocked on the door. The water running inside

can come in

Cordelia cried, “I can handle

thought of Cordelia’s plastered leg and that she had to struggle alone in the slippery bathtub as well as watch out for the tiled floor, he frowned.

preventing her from falling. With such thoughts, Marcus pushed the door open only to see Cordelia getting out of the

bathtub and wearing nothing. Marcus gulped, feeling parched. He felt like his blood

of her leg cast that could not get wet, her leg had been stretched out of the bathtub. Now that

cried and flushed nervously in embarrassment. As her foot slipped, she fell toward the tiled floor. She did not land on the floor,

her up, but his hand hovered in the air. The scene presented before him