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.

once more when

ice cream, and I'll share a secret about Ms. Squire with you. What do you

She was, after all, a descendant of the Hamertons, striking deals at such a young

falling for your little

at him with a puzzled

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

immensely. Naturally, she didn't

seriously, "Ms. Squire seems to... have

You tricked me into buying ice

red. "One time, when my piano teacher ordered truffle risotto, I overheard Ms. Squire telling her that she even dreamt of eating it! Granduncle, if Ms. Squire doesn't want to

while, and his expression gradually darkened. He knew Persephone wasn't lying, but Maisie didn't want to eat truffle risotto. She might

past, but he also feared that she did. If he had his way,

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next day, Daniel instructed his colleague to arrange for

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

a sweet tooth. Should we make it a bit

"Sure."

care of it

suddenly remembered something and paused briefly before adding, "Send one to

just

do as I

her would be awkward. If it was for everyone, she

you pick it up, give it to Ruth and have her distribute it. Tell her I'm rewarding the teachers on