Married a Secret Billionaire

Maisie’s expression shifted, but Daniel held her hand tightly, sporting a calm smile.

“I suppose it has nothing to do with maintenance but one’s charisma,” he enunciated. “Who doesn’t age? When Maisie reaches your age, I believe she’ll be an elegant and beautiful lady. Time will only make her more composed, not mean and petty.”

He glanced at Maisie with love after uttering those words.

Everyone around heard what he said. Those who were gloating started to whisper among themselves.

Wilfred felt humiliated. Just as he was about to change the topic, Delilah, who was next to him, struck again.

“I can’t believe I made Mr. Quimby say something so romantic from my joke! Seems like you really love Ms. Squire. But I heard that… she hasn’t agreed to your proposal? I wonder if you’ll be with her until she’s old.”

Maisie looked up at her, meeting her arrogant gaze.

“Time’s up, Ms. Squire. Get married. Seize that you’re at your peak! Don’t wait until your hair turns white…”

“If I really waited until that day came, wouldn’t I already be growing older with him?” Maisie finally struck back with a smile.

taken aback. His heart skipped a beat, but

of love. It’s not everything. Also, I haven’t agreed to his proposal just yet. Meanwhile, someone is

eyes sank. She looked at Maisie

if I didn’t marry for the rest of my life, I’d stay with him forever. When my hair turns white, then it’ll be my veil. I think

some whispers

sounds pretty

about Ms. Delilah, who is unhappy

each other. It’s quite

him coquettishly. She

turned grim as she had dug her own grave.

apologizing and continued the conversation. He wore a plastic smile while complimenting

a full head of white hair is a veil… That’s

when they heard how

“My wife is used to getting her way. She’s doing whatever she wants just because of her little status among the authors.