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Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chapter 79
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Cordelia took out her phone and showed Marcus all of the texts that Oliver had sent her lately.

“He looks like he cares about me, but he’s actually asking about you.” She was smart. “Also, he gave

me five sales when I was promoted to supervisor. It became something that people talked about in the

office! Also, there’s only one objective of why he’s working with me—to obtain your information.”

Marcus squinted. He knew what was happening.

He became suspicious when he saw Oliver at the ball the other night. That was especially so after

showing an unusual interest in the ring Cordelia was wearing. That made him put his guard up.

It seemed like Oliver might be Matthew’s man.

Marcus scoffed. His second uncle was too impatient. Even if he got someone to watch him, he should

not get someone who would expose himself so easily! However, if Matthew found out that he was in

Jangasas instead of Melorian, he might be in trouble.

He looked at Cordelia. This young lady was kind and pure. She was definitely not a match for Matthew.

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He had to protect her.

“No matter what, I just think he is very strange, but I can’t figure out what’s his reason for doing that.

Why does he want to know about you?” Cordelia frowned. “Hubby, did you offend someone who knows

Oliver? That’s why…”

“Nah.” Marcus chuckled. “I’ve cut ties with my old life. I no longer talk to those people, so don’t worry.”

“Hmm.” Cordelia nodded. “You don’t have to worry either. I didn’t tell Mr. Jones anything about you!”

“What?” He was surprised.

Cordelia chuckled. “I’d always dodge his questions every time he asked. He wanted to know which gym

you go to, so I recommended another gym. He wanted to send me home, so I told him I was taking the

train… No matter what, I’m not a fool to tell a stranger about us!”

There was warmth surging in Marcus’ eyes as he looked at her. He was willing to have his freedom

stripped away from him for the rest of his life for this smart, cute, and family-oriented lady.

However, there was something more important waiting for him at the moment.

After Cordelia cleaned the balcony and the room, Marcus happened to get out of the shower. They

leaned on each other on the couch intimately. She had her nose near his neck as the scent of body

wash on her man overcame her. Watching his slightly moving Adam’s apple, she was charmed.

She was quickly embarrassed by the tantalizing thoughts that she had. She suppressed those thoughts

as she blushed.

Marcus did not notice the subtle change of expression on her. He played with her hair and said softly.

“I’ll be busy the next few days. I won’t be home, so take good care of yourself.”

“What?” Cordelia was shocked. She looked at him with her eyes widened.

“What is it that you’re gonna do?”

“I have a competition,” said Marcus flatly. “I’ll be focused on my training these days, so I can’t come

home every day.”

“Oh.” Cordelia was slightly disappointed but nodded and continued leaning on him.

Marcus could no longer hold back after falling into silence for a moment. He chuckled. “That’s it? Aren’t

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you going to ask why I can’t come home every day?

“I heard other people’s wives aren’t like that with their husbands.” His sharp brows were raised.

“Those women are very tense. They’ll call their husbands even if they get home slightly later. But you…

are not like them!”

“But you told me you’re going to a competition.” The lady’s voice was coquettish. “Apart from giving you

my full support, what else can I say?”

Marcus was intrigued. He smiled and pulled her shoulder over to him.

Cordelia hugged him tighter, sticking her tiny face on his chest. With a coquettish voice, she asked.

“Will you really…not come home every day?”

“Yes.”

“How many days, then?”

“The competition will happen in a week, so I’ll be in intense training for five to six days.”

“Then… can’t you come home every day even if it’s late?”