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.

“Maybe there wasn’t much in your past that

I’m willing to embark on this new life with

his voice as if

her shoulder, smiled, and went to clean the living room, something he had been doing

her temples throbbing, and blurry

blanket, her head clouded with

casino. Graham appeared anxious as Fat Lawler’s men led them

Sophia was excited and

so gloomy. We’re here for a business

the VIP room, where they were served

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

at? Do you think he’s meeting us for nothing? I’ve put in a lot of effort to make this happen. I’ve spoken

to him since childhood. Why are you afraid of Fat Lawler but not your dad’s

“I—”

he could respond, laughter echoed from outside. The VIP room’s door swung open, revealing

the man’s

“Mr. Bayer?” he inquired.

respectfully.

to have

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