Married a Secret Billionaire

Daniel waited outside the kindergarten every day. He was there to pick up Persephone, or so it seemed. In reality, his true motive was to catch a glimpse of Maisie. He adored her smile when she was with the children—it was as beautiful and pure as when they were together.

Sometimes, he wondered if their child would be attending this kindergarten if it weren’t for that one mistake he had made. Perhaps their story would have had a different ending.

But in the present, he couldn’t muster the courage to approach her. As such, all he could do was watch her from a distance.

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One day, the childish calls of “Granduncle! Granduncle!” snapped Daniel back to reality. He suddenly realized he was holding Persephone’s hand, and she was giving him a disapproving look with a pouting mouth.

“Granduncle, we’ve been waiting here for a long time!” she complained.

“Oh…” Daniel cleared his throat and led her toward the parking lot on the other side.

“Granduncle, aren’t you tired of doing this every day?” she asked.

“What?”

Persephone smiled mischievously. “Do you like Ms. Squire, Granduncle?”

Daniel was taken aback, and his face quickly changed. The guiltier he felt, the louder he became unintentionally. “You little rascal! Don’t talk nonsense!”

“Hmph!” Persephone pursed her lips. “I might be young, but I’m not blind! Granduncle, don’t you know that when you look at Ms. Squire, your eyes practically pop out of your head?”

“You…” Daniel was almost choked with surprise. “My eyes are perfectly fine, thank you very much. I don’t need your concern!”

Persephone blinked her big eyes and jogged to keep up with him. “Granduncle! Granduncle!”

“What?” Daniel’s impatience showed.

his heart softened once more when Persephone’s small

sweet smile, “You buy me ice cream, and I’ll

by her cunning negotiation skills. She was, after all, a descendant of the Hamertons, striking

not falling for your little tricks!”

looked at him with a

long after, the supposedly “untrickable” granduncle found himself inside

enjoyed it immensely. Naturally, she didn’t forget her promise to

she said seriously,

buying ice cream just to

my piano teacher ordered truffle risotto, I overheard Ms. Squire telling her that she even dreamt of eating it! Granduncle, if Ms. Squire doesn’t want to eat

was rendered speechless. He pondered for a while, and his expression gradually darkened. He knew Persephone wasn’t lying, but Maisie didn’t want to eat truffle risotto. She might

a mix of excitement and fear. He hoped Maisie would remember their past, but he also feared that she did. If he had his way, he would stay by her side, making her smile, fulfilling her wishes, and feeding her the truffle

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to arrange for this at the Liz-Inn

3:00 p.m. Make sure it’s warm. Maisie doesn’t like it

has a sweet tooth. Should we make it a

“Sure.”

take care of it now, Mr.

briefly before adding, “Send one to every teacher at the

it just for

as

it was

it up, give it to Ruth and have her distribute it. Tell her I’m rewarding the teachers on behalf