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.

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

I’m willing to embark on this new life with you, and I assure you

to his voice

living room, something he

attire. As she watched, she suddenly felt dizzy, her temples throbbing, and blurry images rushed into her head. She couldn’t see them clearly, but they all seemed

gripping the blanket,

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

Sophia was excited and had even picked a gift for

look so gloomy. We’re here for

into the VIP room, where

his suspicions growing. “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

Nicholas Thompson part of it? You’ve been close to him since childhood. Why

“I—”

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

the man’s sharp gaze fixed on them with a cryptic

“Mr. Bayer?” he inquired.

respectfully. “Yes, Fat

have you

Graham, worldly as he was, was cautious in his