Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Trinity felt that she must be drunk and delusional. This must be a sweet dream? But she still had to face the sad

reality when she woke up, right?

In that case, she might as well discard this dream sooner!

Trinity bit her lips. The pain cleared her mind a little, and she shoved Fredric away to stand firm and kept up her

facade.

“No need, really! I know you’re busy. I can actually—”

“You can’t! Why don’t you need me?” Fredric grabbed her hand. He had drunk a little as well, and some things

could only be said while he was tipsy.

“Trinity, I’m sorry. I’ve understood it too late. I—”

“Let go of her.” A cold voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Fredric and Trinity were stunned at the tall figure under the dim light.

Footsteps approached them slowly before a force separated the two of them. Trinity was pulled to someone else.

“Mr. Constable, don’t you think it’s too late to say these now?”

“Neil!” Trinity warned softly.

Fredric opened his mouth but said nothing. His fists on his sides tightened.

“I told Trinity that I’d pick her up after the gathering ended today.” Neil smiled. “Don’t worry, Mr. Constable. I’ll send

her home safely!”

Neil shot Trinity a look and grabbed her wrist to take her out.

There was a wash of sorrow in Trinity, like waves on the shore that left faint marks. She thought that she had woken

up from the dream with her strong willpower, but she ultimately had to depend on an external force.

She walked to the door slowly and turned back to glance at Fredric… hoping that time would stop at this moment.

Neil looked at her with a frown and coughed. His tone hardened. “Trinity, are you leaving or not?”

“Mm, yeah. Coming.”

“Faster, will you?” Neil spoke softly by her ear. “Must you cling to this tree your whole life? What a fool!”

“Shut up!” Trinity glared at him.

In the end, she willed herself to walk out, but not two steps later, she felt another force on her shoulders.

Fredric pulled her back by her shoulders and put himself in front of her.

“Can’t you see that Trinity doesn’t want to leave?”

“What?” Neil raised a brow. “Hah, Mr. Constable, you’re being too soft. I can’t hear you!”

“Alright.” Fredric gritted his teeth. “I’ll repeat myself…

“I said, I’ll send Trinity home today! I have a lot of things to tell her!”

“What’s there to tell her? Michelle’s canceled now, and her future’s ruined. You’re not thinking of asking Trinity to

help you figure out something again, are you?” Neil looked stern. “Fredric, what else do you know other than using

Trinity’s feelings for you? You’ve been more than mean to her!”

“You—”

“Stop wasting your time! Trinity won’t look back. Do you really think someone will wait for you to turn back behind

you all your life? Isn’t that too confident of you?”

Fredric burned in rage while listening to Neil. Due to his intoxication, his fist stopped listening to him, and he brought

it up to throw it at Neil.

Early in the morning…

Zephyr stared dumbly at the row of pregnancy test kits in front of him. Big and small, thick and thin, each kit

showed two red lines.

Cordelia came out of the bathroom. She had just taken a shower. Before that, she had tested on all the pregnancy

test kits and passed them to Zephyr for him to wait for the result.

The result she saw was the man sitting glumly on the couch.

“Darling, what’s the matter?” She went over gently to sit beside him.

Zephyr looked up at her. “Honey, you…”

Cordelia saw the row of double red lines.

“Ah!” She could not help exclaiming in delight, “I have a baby? I really do!?”

Zephyr was still a little stunned.

Cordelia carefully checked each pregnancy test kit and ensured she did not miss one before throwing herself at him

like an excited bunny. She hugged him and laughed and cried in his arms.

Zephyr wore a helpless smile as his thumb brushed her smooth face to wipe away her tears. His mood was still

gloomy, though.

How did this happen?

His frown was knitted tightly as he recalled the times they had been together recently.

The last time Nicholas taught him that they could not do it often if they wanted a child. He had to keep it all in to

give it a shot in one go. He did not want a child, though, so he did the opposite—they did it frequently, and he kept

nothing in…

Was that how?

Zephyr bit his lips, wanting to run himself into the wall. Was he stupid? How could he do the opposite in something

like this!?

“Darling, we’re having a baby soon!” The girl in his arms smiled in bliss.

Cordelia was feeling completely different from him. She had been fretting about her weak health and difficulty in

getting pregnant.

She really wanted a child—a child who was the flesh and blood of her and the man she loved, a child who could look

as good as Zephyr.

Moreover, the Hamerton elders would not say anything for the time being if she really could not bear a baby, but

they could not hold against time and the pressure of gossip outside. Those would turn the kindness the elders

showered on her into criticism of her infertility.

It was always women who had to shoulder this pressure in a marriage.

That was why Cordelia felt blissful, delighted, and thrilled.

It was just that her husband did not seem too enthusiastic.

“Darling.” She looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Darling?” She held his face. “Are you unhappy?”

“No, of course not.” Even if Zephyr was really unhappy, he would never bring any negative emotions to her.

“Then why are you spacing out?”

“I was just thinking that…” Zephyr dipped his head and wrapped some of her hair around his finger. “Someone

used to say that she really wanted to spend alone time with me longer!”

‘Oh, so it is really because of the baby.’ Cordelia chuckled dryly. The cause of men’s jealousy disregarded age and

gender… even when it was this embryo in her womb.

Cordelia kept a straight face and told him seriously, “In that case… someone also used to tell me that he really

wanted a child. One isn’t enough, he wants four. Two boys and two girls so that the kids have company!”

Zephyr feigned oblivion. “Who said that? Mustn’t be me. I surely wouldn’t be like that!”

Just when Cordelia wanted to punch him, the phone rang.

“Hello, is this Mr. and Mrs. Hamerton?”

“Mm, yes,” Cordelia answered politely. “May I know who’s speaking?”

“The police station,” replied the person on the line.