My Wedding To A Secret Billionaire

stant scoffed. “Miss, why’d you wash it when you only rented it for a day? You rented it to get married, not to farm, right?”Cord

It was a fishtail dress that would accentuate one’s figure. There was golden thread sewn discreetly in it, as well as scattered diamantes in the chest area.The design stood out relatively but could not be compared to the nice things he had seen in the past.“Pft, stop eyeing the dress!” the sales assistant snapped, “You won’t be able to afford it no matter how much you look! Sigh, miss, I feel bad for you. You’re so pretty, yet you didn’t pick properly before you got married. What a waste of this pretty face!”“Whatever’s between me and my husband is nothing for an outsider like you to comment on!”Marcus jolted. The little woman had always been docile and nice, but she was currently arguing aggressively.Cordelia took a step forward, glaring at the sales assistant. “I can take the wedding dress to the dry cleaner and bring it back. But you have to apologize to my husband for what you said!”“What?”Cordelia was nice—depending on the person speaking to her. She could endure it when others bullied her, but if people around her were bullied, she would fight with everything she had—even when that was her husband, who she had never met and had just gotten married to.Her face was flushed as she repeated herself. “I said, apologize to my husband!”The sales assistant rolled her eyes at her and ignored her.“I don’t need an apology,” Marcus said with a smirk as he looked at her.“Do you like that wedding dress?”“Huh?”Cordelia followed the direction of his finger and saw