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.

more when Persephone's small hand

sweet smile, "You buy me ice cream, and

after all, a descendant of the Hamertons,

not falling for

at him with a puzzled

resistance, not long after, the supposedly "untrickable" granduncle found himself inside an ice cream parlor, ordering their signature

it immensely. Naturally, she didn't

wiping her mouth, she said seriously, "Ms. Squire seems

You tricked me into buying ice cream just to hear this? You

Squire telling her that she

his expression gradually darkened. He knew Persephone wasn't lying, but Maisie didn't want to eat truffle risotto. She might have actually dreamed about their shared past when he

If he had his way, he would stay by her side, making her smile, fulfilling her wishes, and feeding her the truffle risotto

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to arrange for this at

have it delivered around 3:00 p.m. Make sure it's warm. Maisie doesn't

has a sweet tooth. Should we make it

"Sure."

I'll take care of it now, Mr.

briefly before adding, "Send

just for

do as I

only to her would be awkward. If it was for everyone, she would get to enjoy it

it to Ruth and have her distribute it. Tell her I'm