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.

said, his voice hoarse and slow. “Maybe 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

Maisie? I’m willing to embark on

drawn to his voice as if

patted her shoulder, smiled, and went to clean the living room, something

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

blanket, her

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

excited and

look so gloomy. We’re here

into the VIP room, where they were served beverages and asked

a bad feeling about this,” Graham confessed, his suspicions growing. “Why would Fat Lawler meet with us when we have

I’ve

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

“I—”

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

up, and the man’s sharp gaze fixed on

“Mr. Bayer?” he inquired.

respectfully.

an honor to have you

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