Married a Secret Billionaire

Although Daniel was disappointed, he smiled at her and nodded before saying, “I understand.”

Maisie’s cheeks blushed, her heart racing as their eyes locked. She quickly lowered her head to sip her bubble tea, concealing the turmoil in her heart.

“Thanks for your understanding, Mr. Quimby,” she said.

“Don’t worry about it,” he reassured gently. “It’s my business if I like you. You don’t have to be burdened by it. But I have a request…”

“What is it?” she asked.

“Please don’t reject me while you take time to heal.” He chuckled. “You must give me a chance to be good to you.”

She shyly pursed her lips, and a sense of romance filled the air.

However, she couldn’t help but wonder how to explain this man repeatedly appearing in her dreams.

“Mr. Quimby…” She finally asked, “Did we know each other in the past?”

He was taken aback.

Maisie scratched her head, troubled. “I feel a sense of familiarity with you. Maybe you didn’t know I was very sick, and I forgot everything when I recovered. If you knew me, could you be honest with me? My family won’t tell me about my past, and I don’t know why they act like that.”

Daniel felt a squeeze in his heart and forced a smile.

After a long silence, he finally said, “We didn’t know each other.”

Maisie was stunned, watching him in silence.

between people that makes you feel familiar,” he said, his voice hoarse and slow. “Maybe there wasn’t much in your

a new life might be a good thing, right, Maisie? I’m willing to embark on this new life with you, and I assure you that you’ll never be

his voice as if

living room, something he

dizzy, her temples throbbing, and blurry images rushed into her head. She couldn’t see them clearly, but they all

frowned, gripping the blanket, her head clouded

brought Graham to meet Fat Lawler at the underground casino. Graham appeared anxious as Fat Lawler’s men led them

excited and had even picked a

bothering you, Graham?” she whispered, leaning in close. “Don’t look so gloomy. We’re

into the VIP room, where they were served

Fat Lawler meet with us when we have no apparent connection? Why is he interested in doing business

nothing? I’ve put in a lot of effort to make this happen. I’ve

Thompson part of it? You’ve been close to him since childhood.

“I—”

laughter echoed from outside. The VIP room’s door swung open, revealing a middle-aged man in

quickly stood up, and the man’s sharp gaze fixed on them

“Mr. Bayer?” he inquired.

nodded respectfully.

an honor to have you at our

a cold aura, and Graham, worldly as he was, was cautious in his presence.Books Chapters Are Daily