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 hand

how about this?” Persephone said with a sweet smile, “You buy me ice cream, and I’ll share a

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

I’m not falling for your little tricks!”

at him with

“untrickable” granduncle found himself inside an ice cream parlor, ordering their

she didn’t

wiping her mouth, she said seriously, “Ms. Squire seems to… have

buying ice cream just to hear this? You must

when my piano teacher ordered truffle risotto, I overheard Ms. Squire telling her that

Persephone wasn’t lying, but Maisie didn’t want to eat truffle risotto. She might have actually dreamed about their shared past

he had his way, he would stay

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his colleague to arrange

manager to have it delivered around 3:00 p.m. Make

think Ms. Squire has a sweet tooth. Should we make it a bit

“Sure.”

I’ll take care of it now, Mr.

suddenly remembered something and paused briefly before adding,

it just

do as I

be awkward. If it was for everyone, she would get to enjoy it as

to Ruth and have her distribute it. Tell her