Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

“She makes really good soups too,” said Cordelia.

“You’re too kind, Ms. Cordelia!” Helen placed the pot on the table mat. She was close to Phil. She peeped at him and continued to speak while smiling. “Okay, all of the dishes are served! Oh, right, I see that young people love taking pictures before they eat! That’s a trend, right? Aren’t you going to take pictures, miss?”

“Oh, yes!” Zennie responded immediately. “The food you cooked looks really good, Aunt Helen. Of course we’ll have to take photos!”

“Hey, Phil!” Helen pushed him. “Don’t let her do it on her own. Take photos of her!”

Phil’s expression changed. He snapped his head up.

Helen was scared by the fierceness that flashed through his eyes. She instinctively stepped back.

However, it only lasted for a second.

When she returned to her senses, Phil went back to the young man who always had a smile on his face again.

“I’m sorry, my phone is laggy…”

“Really?” Cordelia smiled. “It didn’t seem laggy when you were taking pictures earlier.”

into silence for a moment and

and she looked

pictures! I know I’m old, but I know how

to grab Phil’s phone but clearly felt

held it tight, and the veins on his hand

secretly scoffed. As they entered a

not see that coming. His phone dropped into the boiling soup. The spilled soup messed up the table, giving his heart a

was awkward. It

was mad, but he tried his best to suppress his rage and maintain

with her act. “Look at me, I’m useless! I can’t even hold the

the situation. “His phone is indeed faulty. I was

Phil suddenly said that with a

looking at him, feeling guilty. Her big eyes, which seemed to have stars twinkling in them, were filled with

was dead

a deep voice. “I won’t be eating this time. I’ll try your cooking next time, Aunt

Perhaps you can tell me how much your phone

scooped his phone from the soup and left before waiting for her to