Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

It was Cordelia’s off day today. Even though it was her rest day, she was still busy. Proposals and reports surged into

her email like a wave. Her phone and laptop were never free since early in the morning.

Helen brought her breakfast that had been heated up for the third time.

“Ms. Cordelia, have breakfast first!” Helen was anxious. “It’s already 9:00 a.m. It might as well be lunch if you keep

delaying it!”

Cordelia’s eyes were on the screen as she replied in passing, “Mm… I know. Leave it here first. I still have a few

words in the agreement to edit…”

“You said the same the last time I brought it up!”

Helen pouted and passed the congee to her, standing in front of her.

“Mr. Zephyr told me personally to watch you finish it this time!”

“Huh?” It took Cordelia a while to tear her gaze off the screen. “Zephyr… isn’t home?”

“No!” Helen smiled. “He told you when he left. He had an emergency in the office, so he had to go and take care of

it!”

“Oh, I forgot…”

“You didn’t forget. You were just too busy that you didn’t hear him!”

Cordelia chuckled in embarrassment. Her ears did tend to mute themselves when she got busy.

She took the congee from Helen. It was just nice in taste and warmth, fragrant with chicken and grains. She

actually felt hungry and slurped it down.

Helen then passed her some waffles, which she wolfed down instantly.

Hellen smiled, watching her from the side. “Your appetite’s great… Is it good news?”

Cordelia choked from the question and coughed violently.

“Aunt Helen, not funny!” She winced. “I just had my period! No good news!”

“Oh…” The old woman was a little disappointed.

She looked at the charms in the room. ‘Sigh, it seems like I am not that efficient.’

The lucky charms were not very useful as the two of them still had no child!

Cordelia’s gaze was clear as she smiled innocently. “Aunt Helen, I had a checkup last time. The doctor said my

constitution is weak, so getting pregnant is not easy. Having a baby or not will simply be up to luck!”

“Weaker?” Helen perked up. It was fine that she was weak—as long as she was not infertile!

“This can be treated! Just leave it to me!”

“Huh?”

“You have no idea. We have various soups and tonics in our hometown since the place thrives with herbs. The

recipes are based on what we can get locally!

Helen held her hand with a grin. “Ms. Cordelia, we’ll have soup every morning, noon, and evening from today

onward. Oh, no. One more time during tea break. I guarantee I’ll nourish your body so that you and Mr. Zephyr get

a chubby, healthy baby!”

“Aunt Helen…” Cordelia wore a complicated look.

She would be round as a ball in less than a month with how frequently she would be eating soups!

“The art of making these soups is another field of knowledge! Many of those in our hometown didn’t go to the

hospital when they fell sick. They had soups at home, and their problems were solved!”

Helen grew more excited as she spoke, hardly stopping when it came to a topic she could go on and on. It was just

that the doorbell rang when she wanted to elaborate on the benefits of having soups daily.

Cordelia paused. They did not usually have visitors. Even Linda had not been here before. Who would it be?

She was a little nervous, and her first thought was the Hamertons.

What if it was Liam or Henry? How should she handle them? They were the people Zephyr was the closest to.

Helen looked at her. “It’s okay, Ms. Cordelia. Stay here first. I’ll get the door!”

Cordelia was in a dilemma.

Helen quickly went downstairs.

Cordelia heard the door open downstairs. After a short moment of silence, a merry peal of laughter echoed.

“Ms. Cordelia, look who came?” Helen came up to call for her.

Cordelia was surprised as she came to the stairs.

“Zennie?” She was delightfully surprised and hurried over. “How did you get here!?”

“What? You both moved to a new place, and I can’t come to congratulate you?” Zennie playfully teased her as she

placed the cake and wine on the table.

Cordelia held her hands and was so happy that she did not know what to say, quickly asking Helen to prepare lunch.

It was after her delight that she noticed there was someone else behind Zennie.

The young man was fair and thin, with gloom exuding from his gaze.

Cordelia froze.

“He…” She looked at Zennie quietly.

“He’s Phil Nelson!” Zennie was ecstatic. “Cordelia, you didn’t forget him, did you? You two have met!”

They had indeed met, but Cordelia did not really have a good impression of the young man the last time they met.

He was pale and gloomy, while Zennie was like a mini version of the sun. The two of them did not look like they

matched.

“This is…” Helen recognized him as well. “Nelson’s son?”

Phil nodded. He was smiling, but it did not reach his eyes.

Helen frowned and felt inexplicably uneasy. The Nelsons worked for the Hamertons, and she had met several of

them because of Clark. However, it was the first time she saw a young one who was pale and cold like Phil.

She had a sense of foreboding, but it was her employer’s affair. It was not her place to comment. She smiled and

went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Cordelia pulled Zennie upstairs, saying she wanted her to see the rooms, but she found somewhere quiet and asked

her, “Why did you bring Phil here too?”

“Why can’t he come?” Zennie was naive.

Cordelia pressed her lips together before she said, “Your brother doesn’t like outsiders coming to our place…”

“Phil isn’t an outsider!”

“Zennie—”

“Alright! Let’s not talk about this, okay?” Zennie cut her off with a bright grin. “Cordelia, show me your room! Right,

Zephyr said that he kept a guest room for me. Is it done? Where is it?”

Cordelia shook her head weakly. She took Zennie to a few rooms and heard Helen crying out downstairs.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Cordelia’s heart dropped, and she instinctively leaned over the railing for a look to see that Phil was snapping

photos around with his phone and remained unfazed when Helen stopped him.

He said with a smile, “I took photos here because I find the paintings beautiful.

He looked up. “Ms. Cordelia, do you mind if I take photos here?”