Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Nicholas chuckled and wore a look of innocence.

“Isn’t this a cafe? What else could I do here?”

Zephyr watched him carefully, not missing even a subtle expression.

The man was not as aggressive as he was the last time, but a conclusion could not be easily made if he was here with a kind or malicious intention.

Zephyr went back to sling an arm around Cordelia’s shoulder, softly asking her to go home first and telling her he would take care of this.

Cordelia was quite worried but could only walk out slowly upon his insistence. After Cordelia left, Zephyr looked at Nicholas with a ghost of a smirk.

“Afternoon tea set, right? I’ll prepare it for you!”

“Can you do it?”

“Why not? I’m the boss here.”

Zephyr returned to the back of the counter. His movements were practiced, but the pots and pans made a lot of noise. It made Nicholas wonder whether he really did need to make so much ruckus or whether he was trying to drive him away with it.

exquisitely plated afternoon tea set was placed in front of him. It was a pretty slice of

the flower and chortled. “Mustn’t have been your

he answered, “Yeah, my wife decides all these.

tasted the cake and

isn’t leftovers from today,

not.” Zephyr scoffed. “It’s

a while later. “It’s fine. I’ll have a good taste of the

still expressionless. “This isn’t what my wife

“You…”

day before yesterday, but Cordelia hasn’t learned how

hanging off the corner of his lips. “It’s a surprise that

fork with a scowl, not knowing if he should

skill, but you can try out what the preservatives

got up to look at him with a

that reluctant to let me have the

reluctant.” Zephyr spoke clearly. “You

plate, causing a loud clanking sound. He thought, ‘Very well, I don’t deserve it. Zephyr Hamerton,

breath and suddenly felt both