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.

hoarse and slow. “Maybe there wasn’t much

willing to embark on this new life with you, and I assure you that you’ll never be wronged

herself drawn to his voice as if it held an irresistible

something he had been doing lately. He couldn’t cook, but he

she suddenly felt dizzy, her temples throbbing, and blurry images rushed into her head. She couldn’t see them clearly,

frowned, gripping the blanket,

Fat Lawler at the underground casino. Graham appeared anxious as Fat Lawler’s men led them in, his

Sophia was excited and had even picked a gift

look so gloomy. We’re here for a business discussion. Everyone

were ushered into the VIP room, where they were served beverages

confessed, his suspicions growing. “Why would Fat Lawler meet with us when

Do you think he’s meeting us for nothing? I’ve put

underworld? Isn’t Nicholas Thompson part of it? You’ve been close to him since childhood. Why are you afraid of

“I—”

VIP room’s door

and the man’s sharp gaze

“Mr. Bayer?” he inquired.

respectfully. “Yes, Fat

have you at our

and Graham, worldly as he was, was cautious in his presence.Books Chapters