Married a Secret Billionaire

Daniel was itching with curiosity. He really wanted to know what Maisie had written. He remembered that in the

past, she used to be a quiet person, unlike other girls, who went on shopping sprees for no reason. She used to

prefer to stay at home and write or draw.

Every poem she had written back then had carried his shadow, and every painting had depicted him. However, he

hadn't cherished these gestures at the time. Perhaps when someone was held in the palm of one's hand for too

long, they started taking their sincerity for granted.

"Well..." Daniel cleared his throat to feign nonchalance. "This investment proposal seems decent. Your company

could actually expand further. An additional investment is not out of the question..."

Lily chuckled and turned her computer screen. On the display was the manuscript Maisie had sent.

"Dansie?" Daniel was momentarily puzzled.

"Yes." Lily nodded. "That's her pen name, and it combines both your names! How about that? Are you pleased?"

Daniel remained outwardly composed, but just as Lily had said, he was more than pleased—he was ecstatic.

He read the story seriously, scrutinizing every line and savoring every sentence. He could see Maisie's affection for

every word, but the more she cared about him, the more he

in front of the

writing isn't very mature," Lily admitted.

this kind of writing meet the publishing criteria

should have diversified development!" Lily shrugged. "Her words have a warm feel, so

group of loyal

turned around. "I mean, if this book doesn't sell well, I'll bear the loss. Just on one condition.

her find out."

"It might not sell

literary world!

and asked softly,

Daniel hesitated.

know if this is the right thing to say," she

concealing the truth. It'd be better for you to tell her yourself about your shared past instead of

someone else, don't you

"She doesn't remember it..."