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!”

like she and Graham

any longer. I’m a

night on

“Graham, I—”

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

with a nod, her response tinged with

wrong between her and Graham, but she was sure there was a problem. Perhaps

the soft sofa. She gazed at the sea through the

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promised on the weekend, but he wasn’t alone. He brought Persephone to avoid

hugged Maisie, acting like a lively young rabbit. “Ms. Squire!

spatula in hand

Squire, what delicious food are you