Chapter 166


    Nichs had never thought that a man with such high social status like Zephyr would have such an


    ordinary side to him.


    One of the ount entries was probably wrong, as Cordelia talked to Zephyr with a stern


    expression. Thetter, more than six feet in height, hung his head like an elementary school kid who


    had done something wrong.


    The scene astonished Nichs.


    Zephyr was just a homey husband when he was with Cordelia. He was scared of his wife, would get


    nagged by his wife, and had to give her the money he earned—like millions of men in the world, he


    did not have much say in the household.


    He did not long for the spot which tens of thousands looked up upon him in the past, but he was


    happy with days that he had to bow down to his wife.


    Shocked, Nichs tightened his fists. He went closer. The cafe’s door was opened, and the


    husband and wife’s conversation could be heard clearly.


    “Darling, just listen to me. The price should be adjusted lower!”


    “But we’re selling good stuff. We can’t lower our own value.”


    “We’re not making a loss. We’re just selling them at a slightly lower price than usual. We’d sell more


    and make a faster turnover!” Cordelia insisted, “Like these desserts that aren’t sold on the day, we


    can sell them at a discount at night. It’s better than keeping them until the next day, in which case


    they won’t be fresh anymore!”


    Zephyr looked at her dotingly with a smile. Would he not know these business rules when he had


    spent his time growing up in the Hamertons?


    It was just that Cordelia had to go to work in the office and take care of the cafe. She woke up early


    and sleptte to prepare the desserts and grind coffee. He did not want her effort to be sold at a


    discounted price. He would rather eat them himself than for the outsiders to take this advantage!


    “It’s fine if we can’t sell them,” he said softly. “I’m in the shop. I’ll—”


    “You’ll what?” Cordelia knocked his head with her pen. “Honey, we’re managing a business here!


    We’ll close down with how you’re eating everything!”


    Zephyr grinned.


    He used to hate sweet things in the past. Cordelia had wanted to buy him a cup of milk tea when


    they had just gotten married, and he had refused it with a scowl. Now, however, he loved all things


    sweet like his life depended on it. It was not just sweet desserts. His sweet little wife, too, was his


    life.


    Helpless, Cordelia poked his stomach and looked at him yfully. “Hey, have you eaten too many


    sweets or missed out on training recently?”


    “Have I gotten fat?” Zephyr jumped.


    Cordelia giggled. “I think you’re getting a tummy!”


    Zephyr rubbed his stomach and looked at her. “Darling… if I actually get fat in middle age, will you


    stop liking me?”


    “Hmm, I don’t know either,” she teased. “We’ll see when you’re in middle age! If you really look


    worse, I think I’ll supervise you to cut down! Not so to look better but for your health!”


    Zephyr paused and felt a surge of warmth course through him.


    He said seriously, “Ms. Cordelia, if I do get fat, you’re the one who fed me to the size. You’ve got to


    take responsibility!”


    “You…” Cordelia did not know whether tough or wince. Ultimately, she threw herself into his


    embrace.


    She secretly stroked his stomach. It was actually still muscled. His abs were still like a washboard,


    and his lines were distinct.


    Cordelia blushed and giggled to herself. It was then she saw a shadow shing past the front.


    Zephyr noticed it too and was on his guard, only to see Nichs slowly walk in. He scowled.


    “Hah, am I not weed?” Nichs smiled, sat casually, and nced at the menu. “Give me an


    afternoon tea set. Coffee, no sugar.”


    Cordelia stood rooted while Zephyr tucked her behind him. He took a step forward and looked at the


    man coldly. “Nichs, what do you want?”N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.