Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 325

Nelly’s jaw dropped.

“What?” Zephyr looked at her coldly. “Didn’t you say you wanted to show me your heart?”

“Zen…” Nelly forced a smile.

“Do you want me to do it for you?”

“No! I mean I can do everything for you.” She felt guilty. “It’s just a… metaphor to say that I can show you my heart. It’s…”

Nelly was incoherent. “Zen, don’t you understand what I’m trying to say?”

“I’m sorry.” Zephyr chuckled. “My thought process is rather direct. I only understand what people say as it is. I thought you’d really want to show me your heart!”

Nelly smiled, “Are you joking with me?”

“I never joke with people I don’t know well!”

His face was cold. There was a suppressive aura around him.

Nelly bit her lip and lifted her eyes to look at him. Her face alternated from flushed and pale.

“Y-You’re saying that you still don’t know me well until now?” She said softly, “Grandpa said that he’ll call the shots on our marriage!”

Zephyr frowned.

At that moment, Cordelia came in. There was a light and warm smile on her face.

Zephyr was stunned when he saw her and checked the time. ‘Oh, no! I’ve been so busy I did not realize that it’s lunchtime!’

“Cordelia…”

He licked his lips, panicking a little bit. How could he let her see Nelly in his office!?

“You must be hungry. I brought your favorite dishes. Come, eat.”

Her usual gentleness calmed his anxiety.

Watching her smile, Zephyr felt as if she was the only person left in this world.

Nelly was ignored as if she did not exist.

Cordelia took the dishes out of the container and handed the clean cutlery to Zephyr.

He sat on the couch like a good boy, scooped a piece of pork rib, and fed her.

She smiled and ate it happily. She then fed him a spoonful of soup.

Nelly clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. Her hatred was growing like a tinder.

She forced a smile, walked to them slowly, and complimented Cordelia’s cooking skills. “You sure are capable, Ms. Jenner. The food you made looks really good. You’ve defeated the best chef I have at home!”

Cordelia nodded at her courteously. She did not want to talk to her at all.

Nelly was persistent. “I wonder who will be so lucky to marry you in the future!”

Zephyr’s face turned grim. He was so close to asking her to get out. Just when his tongue was going to slip, Cordelia pressed onto the back of his hand and signaled him.

“Zen is the only one who will enjoy this exclusively,” she said softly. “Nobody else will!”

“Oh, really?” Nelly was arrogant as she enunciated each word. “Don’t get carried away.”

“You’re the one who shouldn’t get carried away, Ms. Tanner.” Cordelia’s voice was soft, but it was powerful. “This is Zen’s office, and it’s lunch hour now. I wonder if there's space for you here.

“Please leave if not. If there’s something about work, he’ll get someone to talk to you.”

What she said sounded as if she was the lady boss of the Hamerton Group, which stunned Nelly.

Zephyr smiled at Cordelia and played with her hair in an alluring manner.

‘Again?’

Zephyr put down the cutlery. “It’s her first time here. We’re working on a project together. She came to report to me, so…”

“So I just happened to run into her, right?”

Cordelia stretched a finger and poked his heart hard. Jealousy filled her face.

Zephyr secretly pursed his lips. He was smiling even brighter now.

He did not want her to misunderstand, so he explained, “You’re overthinking it. We’re just working together, nothing else.”

“I know…” She looked down. “But whenever I see her with you, I’d feel… annoyed. I’d feel…”

‘Jealous.’

She could not say that out loud.

He put down the cutlery again, held her into his arms, and buried his head into his chest. She heard his strong heartbeat again.

“Do you remember what I said?” He said softly, “I have a heart after meeting you. I’m no longer a cold machine.”

Cordelia sniffled and wiped her nose with the corner of her shirt.

Zephyr looked into her bright eyes. “Cordelia, merchants from Feranche will be coming next week for one of the projects’ signing ceremonies. Come with me.”

“What?” Cordelia was stunned.

Zephyr smiled.

She had to come. There was no excuse.

The project was about the land in the western suburbs, and she was the owner.