Married a Secret Billionaire

It was late at night, and Maisie was still editing her manuscript. Daniel had the hotel staff deliver some late-night

snacks and then called her to join him for a meal.

Maisie sat down at the table and smiled gently. "Why are you still here?"

Lately, Daniel had been staying in this hotel suite most of the time. However, he didn't go into the bedroom.

Instead, he slept on the couch in the living room, even though it couldn't be as comfortable as being at home.

Daniel smiled and pretended to sigh dramatically. "I don't have the privilege of sleeping in a bed, so I'll make do with

the couch."

"I mean, why aren't you back at your own home?"

"My home?" he said with a smirk. "My home is wherever you are."

Maisie blushed, feeling a warm sense of happiness.

Just a few days ago, Daniel had taken her back to the Quimbys, introduced her to all the family members, and

firmly held her hand while telling them that Maisie would be the lady of this house from now on.

Daniel's parents were no longer alive, and the older generation of the family was too old to meddle much in the

generation. The other family members, despite being unhappy that he

background, didn't dare to say much

she was busy with the publication of her debut work.

prepare for a wedding at the moment. They had decided

book

spending every day at the hotel suite,

story are you writing now?" he

a small dessert, then turned to look at

her mouth, his eyes filled

the part... where I'm not sure how to proceed,"

his brows. "What do you

leads should move

or the entire book's readability will

her computer. Her story was heartwarming, but it lacked a bit of passion. This

and female leads had only hugged and held hands—they had not

kiss.

and gently held her in his arms. He pointed at a few lines on the screen. "This part is

should