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.”

moment and

looked at Zennie, and she looked

guys eat. I’ll take the pictures! I know I’m old, but I

but clearly felt he did not want

and the veins on his hand

secretly scoffed. As they entered a

her to do that—he did not see that coming. His phone dropped into the boiling soup. The spilled soup messed up the table,

was awkward.

Helen. She could see that Phil was mad, but he tried his best to suppress his rage and maintain

with her act. “Look at me, I’m useless!

phone is indeed faulty. I was going

said that with a

feeling guilty. Her big eyes, which seemed

looked at his phone that was dead in

now,” he said in a deep voice. “I won’t be eating this time. I’ll try

blaming me? Perhaps you can tell me how

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