Married a Secret Billionaire

“Are you okay?” Daniel looked at her with concern.

Maisie’s heart raced. She instinctively avoided eye contact and shifted back.

The atmosphere turned awkward once more.

Daniel pondered for a moment, then offered a gentle smile. “I… I’ll tell you a joke, alright? There was once a tomato that jumped into a pot of hot soup, turning into tomato soup. Its buddy, the egg, wanted to save it and hopped into the same pot, transforming it into tomato and egg soup! Hahaha…”

Maisie stared at him, puzzled.

Daniel chuckled and then noticed something was off. He turned to Maisie, who still had a puzzled expression. “Uh, it’s not funny?”

This time, Maisie couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It might have been a lame joke, but it amused her.

The tension lifted. The car was parked by the roadside, and they could see the starry night sky through the moonroof.

Maisie leaned against the headrest, feeling drowsy. She had been tired all day, and now her eyelids started to droop in the warm and cozy car. She fell asleep without realizing it.

Daniel kept the engine running and adjusted the warm airflow to the most comfortable temperature. He watched her intently, yearning to touch her face and kiss her forehead and lips. Yet, every time he extended his hand, he pulled it back. He feared waking her. He wouldn’t be able to savor this moment if she woke up.

It was alright this way. She slept peacefully, and he silently watched over her. Originally, they weren’t supposed to have any more interactions. Still, he had seized this moment from fate with all his might.

He carefully covered her with his coat and smiled contentedly. This was

ago. He had arranged for her brother in the best hospital back then and ensured her family had a good

On that night.

in a relationship and

She couldn’t figure out why the robe was tied in a knot when she only wanted to untie

heartstrings. None of the women around him before were as innocent as Maisie. Sometimes, men genuinely wanted someone

hand and

at him

“I won’t force anyone.”

that—” Maisie hurriedly tried to explain, but Daniel had already gotten

“Mr. Quimby!”

time,” he said with his back turned. “I won’t force you

gazed at his back, baffled. She sat alone in the bedroom. The light in the study

Thompsons’, Linda confronted him. “Where did you go last

the amusement park,” Daniel

eyes widened.

that project. Can’t I go check

exclaimed. “You weren’t alone, were you? Were you with Maisie