Married a Secret Billionaire

Daniel cradled Maisie gently and quickly slipped on slippers for her when they entered the house. He was adamant

that she shouldn't lift a finger.

She retorted, "I've only got a stomachache, not as weak as you think. Plus, the doctor said it's minor."

Daniel said gloomily, "It's better to be cautious."

Maisie lowered her head, smiling with a heart full of joy. "I want to take a nap," she said.

Daniel nodded, bent down, and carefully carried her to the room, gently tucking her into bed.

"Why are you treating me like a kid?" Maisie asked.

"You're a kid to me." He patted her head and smiled. "Remember when you first called me 'Mister'?"

Maisie blushed. "You remember that? But I don't think you're old at all now!"

He was taken aback, then grinned.

She had said the same thing in the past. However, she might have been trying to please him back then. To him, she

been... a

ached as he looked at her with guilt, regret, and

fell asleep. He reminisced about the year

in university, innocent and as pure as a

At the restaurant.

alcohol, Wesley spoke

poor! Her dad died when she was young. Her mom raised the three of them alone. Not only does her

her daughters, but

king of their family with my small business. No matter how badly I treated

her divorce me just because I had a

a sip of his drink, his resentment boiling. "Back then, everyone had to obey me

his brow. "Isn't it strange? I mean, Daniel has

interested in Maisie?"

like that girl? You even

love Maisie, but he could accept her