Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 70

Cordelia assumed that Marcus would hug her and keep her in his warm and secure embrace, but seconds ticked by, and she did not get the sense of security she anticipated.

She widened her eyes when she saw Marcus actually approaching Giselle and extending a hand!

Cordelia’s heart thumped, and all her blood seemed to be rushing to her head.

“See? Men are realistic too.” Someone snickered. “Ms. Lawler doesn’t have a good reputation, but she’s a real heiress. How could Cordelia compare to her?”

“Sigh, her own husband’s helping another woman in public… Cordelia’s so pitiful. She treasures the man so much, but now…”

“That’s why you can’t dote on men!”

Cordelia’s mind went blank as she stood frozen, feeling a pang in her heart.

“Honey, you—”

“Darling, you nearly injured Ms. Lawler.” Marcus smiled and turned to Giselle. “Are you okay?”

Surprised at the affection, Giselle quickly caught Marcus’ hand.

“Of course, I’m fine now with your concern!” Giselle smiled widely. “Handsome, let’s dance? I could tell you’re good with women once I held your hand…” Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Marcus!” Cordelia bit her lips with tears welling in her eyes.

Marcus still looked nonchalant. He did not push Giselle away but held her hand tighter.

Giselle raised a brow, her gaze at Cordelia even more brazen.

“Ms. Lawler, you like my hand a lot?” Marcus’ voice was deep and husky.

Giselle was long captivated. “Of course!”

“Even when this hand has killed someone?”

Giselle jolted and looked appalled, fear flowing from her eyes.

Marcus’ eyes flashed darkly as he sneered. “An oblivious woman used to approach me in the past, and I used this hand to choke her to death!”

“You—”

Giselle wanted to pry her hand off, but Marcus gripped her wrist tight. The man’s commanding expression and aggressiveness made her panic.

Marcus asked with a smile, “Ms. Lawler, didn’t you want to dance with me?”

Giselle deflated. The pain that came from her wrist made her turn pale while her teeth clattered.

Marcus reeled in his smile. His expression sobered up, and he felt like a reaper from hell.

When he let go lightly, Giselle stumbled back and hit the corner of a table.

The entire hall felt like the pressure was lowered. No one dared breathe any louder. Cordelia walked over and tidied Marcus’ tie and suit.

She looked up and broke into a smile.

Giselle’s legs felt like jelly. She could only stand holding on to the table. She glared at Marcus and Cordelia, gritting her teeth and saying shakily, “W-What’s… so good about this? Cordelia, you married a killer! Be careful when you sleep at night. Who knows if he has a knife hidden!?”

“Yeah, my husband has a knife kept under his pillow,” Cordelia snorted. “But it’s not for me. It’s for those shameless women who keep throwing themselves at him!”

Marcus smiled and was about to stroke Cordelia’s face when he remembered that Giselle had held his hand. He asked for the server and wiped his hand with a disinfecting towel before throwing it into the trash can.