Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Marcus looked alarmed and gripped the dagger he hid in his sleeve.

Matthew had told him before he came that he should act fast and speak less, so others would not notice anything.

This woman did not seem easy to handle. Moreover, he had to drag her to some deserted area to kill her. It would be rather dumb to kill her in the cafe.

Marcus could not help looking at Cordelia again. This was her, the wife Zephyr had married in place of him!

He did not expect Zephyr to have settled his marriage for him when he was roaming the streets with a finger chopped.

He narrowed his eyes. Cordelia was pretty. It was a pity to kill her. At least, he should enjoy his time with her first.

Marcus cracked a grin. A wash of evil gleamed in his eyes.

He coughed to cover it while Cordelia quickly poured him some water and asked him to sit and wait. She put on the apron with ease and started to cook.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the man fidgeting on the chair. He looked around with a strange expression, studying even a small coffee cup.

This was a heaven-and-earth difference from the Marcus she knew.

Cordelia paused what she was doing and saw the box of fennel seeds on the side. Without much thought, she grabbed some and sprinkled them over the baked chicken rice she had just made.

She served it with

While he extended a hand to steady the cup,

astonished. “Darling, what happened to your hand?

head up to glare

She had never

“Honey, you…”

Marcus lowered his head and picked up the spoon with his left hand out of habit before stuffing

ate noisily and spat whatever he did not like on the

did not

of cold sweat on her palms, Cordelia kept her eyes on him as she slowly inched

finished the baked rice swiftly and wiped his mouth in satisfaction. Cordelia went over to clean up. As

you want coffee?” Cordelia was unnerved when she met his

and swiped the corner of his lips with his thumb. He wore an evil

I’ve never

in a cold

met on the beach when she stayed at the hot spring

on her and suddenly pulled out a dagger. The savage glint in his eyes weaved

for the door instinctively, but her hair was grabbed, and she was dragged

“No… Help!