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.

connection between people that makes you feel familiar,” he 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

I’m willing to embark on this

drawn to his voice as if

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

tall, regular attire. As she watched, she suddenly felt dizzy, her temples

blanket, her head clouded

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

and had even picked

“Don’t look so gloomy. We’re here for a

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

have a bad feeling about this,” Graham confessed, his suspicions growing. “Why would Fat Lawler meet with us when we have no apparent connection? Why is he interested

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

of it? You’ve been close to him since

“I—”

The VIP room’s door swung open, revealing a

the man’s sharp gaze fixed on them with

“Mr. Bayer?” he inquired.

nodded respectfully. “Yes, Fat

an honor to have

cautious in his presence.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All