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.

there wasn’t much in your past that your family didn’t tell you about. It’s all in the past now. You don’t have to cling to

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

found herself drawn to his voice

went to clean the living room, something he had been doing lately. He couldn’t cook,

him, feeling a sense of security in his tall, regular attire. As she watched, she suddenly felt dizzy, her temples throbbing, and

gripping the blanket, her head clouded

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

excited and

close. “Don’t look so gloomy.

were ushered into the VIP room, where

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

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

what about the underworld? Isn’t Nicholas Thompson part of it? You’ve been close to him

“I—”

respond, laughter echoed from outside. The VIP room’s

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

“Mr. Bayer?” he inquired.

respectfully. “Yes, Fat

an honor to have you at

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