Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Daniel waited outside the kindergarten every day. He was there to pick up Persephone, or so it seemed. In reality, his true motive was to catch a glimpse of Maisie. He adored her smile when she was with the children—it was as beautiful and pure as when they were together.

Sometimes, he wondered if their child would be attending this kindergarten if it weren't for that one mistake he had made. Perhaps their story would have had a different ending.

But in the present, he couldn't muster the courage to approach her. As such, all he could do was watch her from a distance.

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One day, the childish calls of "Granduncle! Granduncle!" snapped Daniel back to reality. He suddenly realized he was holding Persephone's hand, and she was giving him a disapproving look with a pouting mouth.

"Granduncle, we've been waiting here for a long time!" she complained.

"Oh..." Daniel cleared his throat and led her toward the parking lot on the other side.

"Granduncle, aren't you tired of doing this every day?" she asked.

"What?"

Persephone smiled mischievously. "Do you like Ms. Squire, Granduncle?"

Daniel was taken aback, and his face quickly changed. The guiltier he felt, the louder he became unintentionally. "You little rascal! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Hmph!" Persephone pursed her lips. "I might be young, but I'm not blind! Granduncle, don't you know that when you look at Ms. Squire, your eyes practically pop out of your head?"

"You..." Daniel was almost choked with surprise. "My eyes are perfectly fine, thank you very much. I don't need your concern!"

Persephone blinked her big eyes and jogged to keep up with him. "Granduncle! Granduncle!"

"What?" Daniel's impatience showed.

softened once more when Persephone's

Persephone said with a sweet smile, "You buy me ice cream, and I'll share a secret about

all, a descendant of the Hamertons, striking deals

for

at him with a puzzled

supposedly "untrickable" granduncle found himself inside an ice cream parlor, ordering their

Naturally, she didn't

said seriously,

me into buying ice cream just to hear this? You must think I'm

Ms. Squire telling her that she even dreamt of eating it! Granduncle, if Ms. Squire doesn't want to eat it, then what could

want to eat truffle risotto. She might have actually dreamed about their shared past when he

of excitement and fear. He hoped Maisie would remember their past, but he also feared that she did. If he had his

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Daniel instructed his colleague to arrange for

around 3:00 p.m. Make sure it's warm.

"I think Ms. Squire has a sweet tooth.

"Sure."

of it

briefly before adding, "Send one to every teacher at

it just for

as I

awkward. If it was

you pick it up, give it to Ruth and have her