Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

When Zephyr returned to Royal Manor, Cordelia was learning from Helen in the kitchen.

Helen reduced the heat while the soup in the clay pot bubbled. The whole house was aromatic and filled with simple

warmth.

“The last step is to add this… and done!” Helen taught Cordelia step by step, and the latter learned seriously.

“That’s all?”

“Yeap!”

“Mm.” Cordelia took a deep breath. “It does smell better with these added.”

“You and Mr. Z can both have some of this soup. Winter’s starting now, and it’s cold and dry. It’s time for some

nourishment.”

“Okay,” Cordelia assented with a smile, putting the lid back on the pot and turning the fire off.

Helen was astonished. “Y-You’re not drinking?”

“I’ll wait for him to return and have it together!”

“Didn’t Mr. Z go to the manor today? He probably won’t be back so soon! Just have your portion and leave him his!”

“No way! It isn’t the same eating by myself.” Cordelia smiled. “I want to wait for him!”

The girl’s sweet voice jolted Zephyr, who was outside the kitchen, and he could not help the quirk of his lips.

She was the same back when they were in Jangasas, insisting on waiting for him to be back and have anything good

together. At that time, she had been the most worried about him not eating enough, not dressing well enough, or

being laughed at by others.

Therefore, she had been working as much as she could to make money and had done everything in her power to

give him the best life. She had spent three months’ worth of bonus on him for an expensive suit and emptied her

savings to buy him a car…

Even during their hardest time, she had given him 400 dollars for a belt he wanted without hesitation when he

asked for it.

He remembered their visit to Regalia Hotel when she received her first paycheck. She had not had much money,

but she had ordered him lobster risotto and said with a chuckle, “It’s okay if you don’t work. Your wife will take care

of you!”

Zephyr felt his eyes sting as complicated feelings surged.

After they came to Centrolis, everyone knew that he obeyed Cordelia in everything and talked behind their backs

that he was crazy for indulging a woman like this. What these people did not know was that Cordelia was the one

who indulged him endlessly first.

He stepped into the kitchen with a smile and announced, “I’m home!”

Cordelia jolted and turned around abruptly, meeting his deep eyes.

“You’re back early!” She gave him a big hug in surprise. “Didn’t you go to the manor? Grandpa didn’t ask you to eat

together?”

Zephyr smiled and shook his head. He had lost his favor now. If Cordelia was not around, his grandfather would not

keep him for dinner anymore.

“That’s timely. I learned how to make soup from Aunt Helen, and I also made rice with chicken. Let’s eat together!”

“Sure!” Zephyr agreed readily.

Despite that, his arms were around her waist, refusing to let go. His eyes were also focused on her face, capturing

each subtle expression of hers without wanting to miss one out.

Helen knew she was becoming a third wheel there and chuckled with a lowered head. She looked for an excuse.

“Sir, you came from the manor. Is my brother doing fine there?”

“Mm, not bad.”

“I’d like to visit him tonight, so…”

Zephyr permitted it instantly. “It’s fine. It’s the weekend tomorrow. Stay a few days at the manor!”

Helen thanked him, and he asked Robert to send her to the manor.

Now, Zephyr and Cordelia were the only two people in Royal Manor.

Zephyr looked around happily. No one was around—even Ginger could not disturb them. He suddenly recalled the

lesson from the last time and quickly turned his phone off before heaving a sigh of relief.

They could finally have their own quiet time together…

While Zephyr frowned and giggled to himself on the spot, Cordelia had served dinner to the table.

“Let’s eat!”

Zephyr took a seat. The chicken with rice that Cordelia had made was tasty, and the soup was warm—right into his

heart. He felt blissful but was scared of the heavens fighting for such bliss with him when it was too much.

“Why are you spacing out?” Cordelia glanced at him weirdly. “Getting full from just looking?”

“Cordelia…” Zephyr smiled and held her hand softly.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Just realized that you’re more capable than I’ve imagined. Even grandpa’s full of praises for you.”

Cordelia chuckled and knocked the back of his hand with her spoon.

The man’s voice was hoarse. “Darling, I think… I’m no longer your superman.”

“Sounds like you’re pretty disappointed about it?”

“No, not even a little!” Zephyr cackled. “I’m very proud.”

“You were the only one with superpowers in the past. I have them now too,” Cordelia said gently. “Do you have

anything you want me to do for you?”

“Is this a repayment?”

“Hmm, you can say so!”

Cordelia’s eyes were beaming in crescents. Love that was balanced and lovers who pulled their own weight were

the best kinds of love.

“Let me think about it…”

Zephyr got up and went behind her to hug her.

“Got it.” His voice was tinged with a smile as he said huskily, “I want to spend romantic time alone with you for

longer.”

Cordelia turned to him with her sparkling eyes. “You mean you don’t want a baby for the time being?”

“Having you is enough.” Of course, having a baby would add to the joy as well.

“Time alone, huh? Hmm… This request…”

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” She giggled and pressed her lips closer to his ear to utter softly, “Your wish is my command!”

At the filming set on the weekend…

Michelle had been retaking her scene for over 20 times now.

Even the assistant director could not take it and suggested to Trinity, “Ms. Lulham, let the actors go real in this! The

camera’s too close, and the angle’s a challenging one… Glossing it over like this will not just tarnish our name, but

it’ll also be hard to talk to the investors when we lack progress!”

Trinity stayed quiet.

The assistant director sighed heavily. He had never seen Trinity indulging any actor so much in a set before.

Moreover, this one was not some bigshot—she was just a freshly debuted singer.

“Cut!” It was another failed take.

The female lead was growing impatient and grumbled softly.

Trinity’s head was a jumbled mess, and she waved for a short break. She sat on the chair with closed eyes to rest.

Her head hurt, but her heart hurt even more.

When Frederic came to her the last time, hoping that she could give Michelle a chance, her rational mind said no.

Despite that, her mouth did not follow her brain, and she called the man the next day to let Michelle take the place

of the second lead.