Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 67

Marcus squinted and adjusted to a comfortable position to look at her with a smile.

“First, you can’t give yourself too much pressure. I’m not the kind of person who must get rich. It doesn’t matter how much money you make as long as we make ends meet. What’s important is that you’re happy at work, understand?”

He nodded seriously.

“Second, don't do anything dangerous.” Cordelia pressed her lips together. “I’m referring to your contests and stuff. Don’t push yourself too much. We don’t need those cash prizes! Anyway, I can only support you 100% with the premise that you’re safe!

“Third…”

She looked up at him and said softly after stalling for some time, “If you have female students, you can’t let them feel your muscles!”

Marcus failed to hold it in this time and burst out laughing.

Cordelia was red like an apple as she buried her head into his chest and punched him twice.

“I mean it!” She protested. “I’m a woman, so I know what the other women think! I… I forbid others from touching you anyway! Normal physical contact is fine but something that crosses the line like this… no way!

“If you don’t agree, I won’t let you go to work! Stay right here at home and don’t go anywhere!”

Cordelia looked unusually adorable, trying to act fierce. Marcus was suddenly filled with affection for her. He hugged her tightly and promised seriously in a whisper next to her ear, “Okay. I’ll listen to everything you say.”

Cordelia finally relaxed. She grinned and fell asleep in his arms not too long later. She even had an interesting dream.

…

The next day, it was a weekend, so Cordelia went shopping, hooking arms with Marcus.

Her subtle change of expression did not escape Marcus’ eyes. A rush of emotion came to him.

The suits he used to wear were limited haute couture from top international brands. The best designers personally measured and tailored the suits for him.

Thousand-dollar suits like this were basically cheap stuff to him.

He did not want Cordelia to spend unnecessarily, but he could not bear to pour the bucket of cold water on her seeing how bright her smile was. His gaze took on some warmth.

“Honey, do you like it?” Cordelia flew back to him after she paid, chattering, “You look so handsome in it! I know now. I’ll get you shirts and a few nice long ties the next time I shop for you, then…”

Cordelia suddenly stopped talking and stayed rooted.