Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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"Alright, that's enough," Graham said, furrowing his brows but still looking indulgent as he gazed at the woman.

The woman was tall and curvy, dressed provocatively even in the cold winter with black tights and a short skirt. Her heavy makeup and wavy hair made her look alluring and foxy. Leaning against Graham, she added a touch of seductive allure.

With Graham's indulgence, the woman's actions grew more unrestrained. She didn't mind the passersby's glances as she kissed Graham on the lips.

Graham gently pushed her away, somewhat helpless. "I promise I'll find the right time to explain to my family."

"Will your family be okay with me?"

"Don't worry. With me around, they'll have to be."

The woman smiled, took the car keys, and waved to him before driving away in the sports car.

Daniel's gaze darkened.

If he hadn't mistaken the car, it belonged to the Bayers. Wasn't Graham the kind of man who even insisted on splitting expenses in his marriage? Would he be so generous as to let someone else use his car?

Daniel continued watching.

Instead of going upstairs, Graham made a few phone calls, and a car arrived to pick him up shortly after.

Daniel took out his phone and instructed his subordinate in a low voice, "Check Graham Bayer's spending records."

The subordinate seemed puzzled. "Sir..."

"Just for the past three months."

After the call, Daniel quickly went upstairs.

He carefully applied the burn ointment to Maisie's injury, fearing it would leave a scar. He advised her to go to the hospital for a checkup.

while cooking before. With my experience, it should heal in two or three

days when she stayed at their home, always cooking delicious meals and finding the most happiness when

running to him like a cheerful bird, helping him take off his coat and fetch his slippers. He remembered her fingers

the seemingly

cook by yourself anymore.

"No need, Mr. Quimby..."

squeeze her injured hand, but she still felt

burned, and she wanted

did not

"Mr. Quimby..."

"Maisie, actually."

to telling Maisie about their past, but he hated his old

"What is it?"

on the table had cooled down, and only half

these things," he said, looking at her. "Let me clean

silent, just

tidy up the living room, wash dishes, and

reason, she had an inexplicable feeling

-

and walked along the street alone. Because he had been drinking, he didn't drive, and his

at the sunset and the birds returning home, feeling a tinge of melancholy. Maisie had lost their child

pulled up next

subordinate hurriedly explained,

tired as he leaned back in his

"It's all here."

a folder containing the spending records for the past three months, most of which were at high-end hotels, shopping malls, and

investigation," the subordinate added. "Mr.

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