Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia received an interview notice from a company after settling down in Centrolis. The interview went smoothly, and she soon started working in the new company.

She took care of her mother at home after work and visited Carter at university during the weekends to bring him some daily necessities. The days went by in this routine as if she had returned to the pure and quiet time.

Zephyr kept her company quietly, never once disturbing her life, and frequently went to her place to help with chores.

Most of the time, he was not exactly helpful because Cordelia usually had to redo what he had done. It was fine when she was in a good mood, but when she had a lot of pressure from work, worked overtime and into the night, or had her menstrual mood swings… any gentle person would turn irritable.

Xyla usually stopped Cordelia when she shouted and yelled at him.

“Why are you raising your voice? Can’t you talk to our Zephyr properly?”

Or, it was, “Do it yourself if you have the time to yell at him! Why are you so mean to our Zephyr?”

Or, “Don’t think that you can act however you want because our Zephyr likes you! I’ll get upset if you shout at him like this!”

Cordelia was bewildered. Whose mother was she again!?

Zephyr was always calling Xyla “mom” as well, so those who did not know better would actually think they were the actual mother and son.

Cordelia shook her head weakly and chortled.

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Cordelia worked in a newspaper office. On her first day of work, her superior had already told her, “Young people should work harder. You ought to be able to work hard and suffer a bit. You should have a dedicated spirit!”

Everyone ignored this, but Cordelia was serious about it—she worked hard.

happened then was that everyone thought that she was a cheap pushover. Her job did not only include drafting news, but she also had to do editing, typesetting, and countless chores in the

to water the withering Devil’s Ivy. She also had to collect and send documents

superiority for being a Centrolis local and looked down on her, who was not from the city, alienating and

a glass of water,

you have

nearly burned her tongue as she chuckled awkwardly and wanted to hurry away

Come chat with us! Heh… If you don’t

“It’s fine…”

Cordelia from head to toe as she munched on some nuts. “Why would Cordelia not be able to get a

Another one spoke up. “I wouldn’t want someone who isn’t local as my

along with, and their habits are different! Wouldn’t we be ‘helping the needy’ if they happened

you have a mother and

a deep breath, wondering where these people got

and mocked, “Anyone who marries a non-local

loosened them as she took

the door, her back against them. She could feel those arrogant eyes

the gossip of the lot. To

raking her cold

softly. “I think Centrolis has too many non-locals as

women looked at each other, not understanding what

so well! These dirty and tiring chores should be left to you locals. You might feel more of a sense of

older women realized what she

sharp Cordelia was. She could insult people with