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.”

silence for a moment

looked at Zennie, and she looked rather awkward. “Forget

pictures! I know I’m old, but I know how to take photos

Phil’s phone but clearly

the veins on his

secretly scoffed. As they entered a stagnant state, she suddenly let

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

awkward. It was unusually

Phil was mad, but he tried his

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

indeed faulty. I

Phil suddenly said that with a cold

shocked. She saw Zennie looking at him, feeling guilty. Her big eyes, which seemed to

that was dead in

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

me? Perhaps you can tell me how much your phone costs? I’ll

left before waiting for