Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 19

“The sales department is one of the most important departments in the company.” Karine purposely began to mock her during the meeting. “If certain people genuinely are untalented at sales, it’d be best not to hog the seat and leave the opportunity to more capable people!

“Our company isn’t a retirement home. All of you know better. People who haven’t closed a single deal and only make the basic salary should really consider a way out soon!”

Cordelia kept her head ducked. The frown between her brows remained there the entire afternoon.

When she went home after a day’s worth of exhaustion, she was greeted like a boss by Marcus, who was on his phone on the couch, once she entered. The kitchen was empty, and there was not even a glass of drinkable water.

The grievances Cordelia had held in for some time finally broke through the dam.

“You… didn’t make dinner?”

Marcus shifted his gaze away from the phone. The small woman in front of him had a slightly red face as she panted, her chest heaving. Her big, bright eyes were trained on him. Despite that, her questioning tone did not sound interrogating—she was more like a begrudging wife complaining cutely to her husband.

Intrigued, Marcus felt his gaze on her unknowingly turn meaningful.

“What’s the matter?” He stood up from the couch with an innocent expression. “Haven't you been the one cooking since we got married?”

Cordelia paused and bit her lip. Marcus’ size was intimidating, as he was notches taller than her when he stood up before her. She deflated at first. Besides, she was gentle and tolerant, so she was not genuinely blaming Marcus.

It was just that…

“Mm, that’s right,” she said softly with her eyes cast down. “I’ve been cooking all this while, but I’m out working now. You… Shouldn’t you share some of the chores? This isn’t just my home!

“I got home late today. Even if you don’t know how to cook, you could have prepared the ingredients. Are you depending on me for everything?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Marcus squinted. This was the first time Cordelia showed her temper since they’d gotten married. It barely counted, actually. She was just grumbling. The way the girl wanted to get angry but dared not to made her look adorable as a peach. He suddenly felt like teasing her.

“Oh.” He nodded. “You’re complaining that I’m not working and I’m becoming a burden to you?”

“I…” Cordelia was taken aback. Then, she explained frantically, “I didn’t mean it like that!”

He went closer to watch her with a smirk, a flash of playful affection that he did not notice washing over the bottom of his deep eyes.

“Then what did you mean?”

“Marcus...” she started with a deep breath, looking at him seriously. “Since I got married to you, my mind has been set on spending the rest of my life with you. You’re my husband. How could I ever despise you?

“Even if you don’t work again in your life, I can take care of you.”

The more she spoke, the softer she grew. Then, she began wondering if what she was saying hurt his ego. Men were all egoistic, especially previously convicted men like him, so he must hate that this had been brought up.

“What are you saying?” Marcus tried to hold the corners of his lips down lest the girl caught him trying to laugh. “You’d take care of me?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

Marcus met her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were pure as crystals, sending a jolt right through him.

“Although men are breadwinners and women stay home traditionally...” Cordelia said. “This isn’t a conservative society anymore. Women can go out to work too. Who cares whether it’s the husband or the wife who earns money for the family? But both of them should contribute. When they work together, anything can be overcome!”

Marcus paused before chuckling. Cordelia was only soft on the outside, but she was more opinionated than anyone else. However, this was the first time the man heard a woman wanting to take care of a man. Since she had said so, he would just play along.

Marcus’ smile grew wider, looking a little strange to Cordelia’s eyes.

“A-Are you okay?” Cordelia watched him without blinking.

“I’m fine.” Marcus recovered his usual aloofness and coughed with a blank face. “Let’s go out and eat then!”

Cordelia stared at him wide-eyed. Did the man have a sixth sense that let him know she had gotten paid today?