Married a Secret Billionaire

“What?”

Daniel turned to look at Persephone. He patted her head and lifted her up. “I’ll take you home, Sephy.”

“Are you going somewhere else?” Persephone asked.

“I want to go to the theme park,” Daniel replied.

Persephone cheered. “I’m coming too!”

“I’m sorry, Sephy,” he said, looking at her, “I can’t take you with me today. I’d like to be alone.”

Persephone felt down but didn’t make a fuss. She understood that her beloved granduncle was having a tough day.

‘Is it because of Ms. Maisie?’ Persephone recalled how she used to be rewarded with snacks every time she shared information about Maisie with him. She figured she could brighten his mood by revealing a secret about her teacher.

ear. “Granduncle, let me tell you something

“The prince is coming

changed, as

is a wedding like the picture my mommy and daddy have at home? Will they take pictures together and live together

released her hands, and Persephone nearly fell. Luckily, one of the bodyguards behind them caught her

Daniel. He appeared even paler than before, with a

exchanged glances, unsure of what was going through his mind. They only noticed his

“Mr. Quimby, should we—”

of the bodyguards could finish,

heavy. His mind was in turmoil, torn between wanting to prevent Maisie from marrying Graham and not wanting to disrupt her peaceful life. He longed to finally

He had never been

he saw that someone had beaten him there. This person had gone to the apartment opposite hers, only knocking on her door after putting down

opened the door, her eyes filled with