Married a Secret Billionaire

Maisie’s heart skipped a beat as she softly agreed and ended the call.

Later, Graham called. As usual, he sounded rushed. Checking the time, Maisie realized a whole day had passed since she had last spoken to him.

In a hushed tone, Maisie asked, “Graham, don’t you think there’s something—” She stopped herself before the words “not quite normal between us” escaped.

Graham paused as if something had just clicked. “Maisie, are you facing difficulties over there?”

“No,” she replied, forcing a smile. “I’ve moved to a new place.”

“Oh.”

“Next time you visit, don’t go to the old place,” she said.

“Did you get a promotion?” Graham chuckled. “Or a raise? Congratulations!”

deeply. It felt like she

any longer. I’m

puzzled. It was late at night on his end,

“Graham, I—”

couple of days. I’ll return at the beginning of next month. We can discuss our wedding plans by then. Is

replied with a nod, her

she was sure there was a problem. Perhaps the issue had been there from the start—a lack of

the soft sofa. She gazed at the sea through the window, and some of her weariness

–

he wasn’t alone. He brought Persephone to avoid

a lively young rabbit. “Ms. Squire! Your house is so

spatula in

what delicious food are you making for me?” she