Married a Secret Billionaire

Daniel hugged Maisie tightly, his strength almost suffocating her. It was as if holding her tightly was the only way to

keep her from running away.

"Daniel..." Maisie gently patted his back. "What happened? Can you please tell me..."

"I lost my appetite." Daniel released her and took a deep breath, adjusting his emotions. He managed to force a

smile. "Can we not eat at home?"

"Sure..." Maisie nodded, feeling more concerned about him than curious about what had happened. She was ready

to follow his lead.

Daniel held her hand and fled the house as though he was escaping. He had never thought he would experience

fear like this—fear that the sealed-off past would resurface, fear that the old scars would be ripped open again.

Most of all, he was afraid he would lose her forever.

"Maisie, let's get married as soon as possible," he said, his voice strained, almost pleading in her ear.

Maisie, who was taken aback, stared at him in astonishment. His eyes were red, and there was something she

couldn't quite comprehend in his gaze.

this place right away. Where do you want to go? Centrolis? Or abroad? I'll

you want. I could give up everything here... I..." Daniel began to speak incoherently,

stood on her tiptoes and gently embraced him. Her scent comforted him

sometimes, but don't take his words to heart. I can call

to help you

at her with a bitter smile. She thought that Owen had said

remembered their past, or even recalled where that child was buried,

she wouldn't be so gentle with

to marry you." Maisie's eyes sparkled with a smile. "But shouldn't you also introduce me to your

you really want me to follow you in secret and

want to tell the whole

are you reacting

sweat off his forehead and chuckled. Although she was

with warmth.

getting married," she said softly, "You don't want to make things hard for me either,

words to respond, so