Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

After Zephyr went upstairs, he realized no one was in the master bedroom. He paused before turning to the baby’s

room.

Back when they set up the baby room, there was another bed aside from Zuko’s baby bed. It was intended for the

nanny who took care of him at night.

As for now, he saw Cordelia sleeping on that small bed with their son…

Zephyr pursed his lips, and his gaze darkened as he stormed in. This was what he was thinking.

‘As expected, can’t spoil a woman!’

She was stepping over the line and sleeping in a separate room from him now once she was given her ways! Later,

he had to pull out his masculinity as a husband to show her how a wife should follow her husband!

In spite of this, this was what he did.

The closer he got to the bed, the lighter his steps were. He then carefully got into it and squeezed himself on his

side in the tiny gap left by the edge of the bed.

He said with a chortle, “Darling, I’ll sleep with you and Zuko!”

Cordelia was soundly asleep and did not hear him, merely shuffling closer in her subconscious.

Zephyr, who had his way, put a hand on her waist and held her gently.

With his wife in his arms and their son by the side—the family of three crammed in the small bed… it was like he

had gotten a world’s worth of bliss.

Zephyr grinned.

However, Zuko picked this time to open his eyes…

Eh? Was this not his stinky daddy who frequently turned, landed on him, and liked tossing him up the sky?

In the night, Zephyr met his son’s bright eyes. After a moment of big eyes staring into small ones, Zuko wailed.

“Zuko, good boy, shush!”

Zephyr fumbled and actually put a hand over Zuko’s mother directly. Cordelia woke up, startled. She first felt

someone next to her and was frightened before her expression changed when she saw that it was Zephyr.

Zephyr’s hand was still on their son’s face…

…

When the butlers and servants were done with their chores downstairs and were going to rest, they heard the

commotion coming from upstairs.

“Is that Mr. Zephyr’s voice?”

“What’s going on? Is Ms. Cordelia beating Mr. Zephyr up!?”

“Gosh, will Mr. Zephyr get the shorter end of the stick?”

“Let him be, so long as our Ms. Cordelia doesn’t!”

“Alright, come on, be off!” The senior butler frowned. “It’s their wedding night today… What do you all know!?”

…

The palace was still brightly lit despite the late hours.

Martin Charles stood in the center of the main hall. Age and years of hard work left their marks on his face, but his

eyes shone with exceptional determination.

During the 20 years of his reign, he cared about the people’s hardships, participated in current international affairs,

and showed the unique flavor of Southeast Aciatic to the world with his excellent diplomatic abilities.

He considered himself a qualified king.

However, there had always been a hurdle in his heart that he could not get over. It often hurt him and made it

difficult for him to sleep and eat peacefully.

When Helene ran out from the west palace today, especially… the hurdle in his heart turned into a sharp blade that

cut him open.

“Your Majesty, you should rest.” The queen padded over and draped a thin jacket over him. “It’s chilly at night. You

should take care of your body.”

Martin turned around slowly. It took some time before he asked with a grim face, “Who did it?”

The queen paused and stayed silent with a lowered head.

“You don’t have to hide it for her!” Martin was angry. “No one aside from her dares to do it!”

“But Your Majesty…” The queen said softly, “The west palace people have been questioned, and they found it

strange that Helene ran out all of a sudden too because they didn’t see anyone suspicious before this.

“This means that there’s no proof that shows this has to do with Victoria!”

Martin scowled.

There was no proof. Even when he was king, he could not simply judge whether a person had done it.

If he insisted on pinning this on Victoria, it might cause dissatisfaction within the royal family. When everyone was

anxious and wary, it would be even harder to find out the truth of the matter.

The queen said weakly, “Your Majesty, this can’t be blown out of proportion. Let it slide! Helene’s identity has to be

kept confidential from the outside world!”

Martin took a deep breath and looked at the queen, Carmella Jean.

She was his legal wife. Although they were not in a relationship before the marriage, they had gotten along well all

these years. Moreover, Carmella was a virtuous wife and could take care of things for him in order. She was also

always graceful and carried the poise of a royal when they went for visits abroad.

However, this matter and what she said just now stirred apprehension in him.

Martin was quiet for a moment before he asked, “I heard that Mr. Irwin could treat Helene?”

“Your Majesty!” Carmella was alarmed. “How could the Irwins be allowed to get involved in this? They’re outsiders,

after all…”

“But Rowan Irwin can heal her!”

“Don’t let your emotions take over you!” Carmella’s expression changed. “If Rowan Irwin can heal her, this throne

might…”

“This throne belongs to my sister, to begin with!”

Martin’s shout seemed to alleviate some emotions that were stuck in his chest. For 20 years, this matter had

suffocated him like a huge rock.

Women had higher status than men in Southeast Aciatic. Before Martin, the past rulers in the country had been

women.

If that incident had not happened, Helene would have become queen too.

Carmella looked at Martin quietly, unable to control the tremors that ran through her. Martin was great—just too

much conscience and too emotional.

How could he not understand that the fight for the throne was never about conscience and feelings but plots and

tricks?

“She’s my younger sister!” Martin blamed himself. “Yet, I caused her to lose her child and forced her into what she

has become now… I’ve ruined her!”