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

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

him take off his coat and fetch his slippers.

value of the seemingly insignificant past only after

for a moment and softly said, "Don't cook by yourself anymore. I'll have the hotel

"No need, Mr. Quimby..."

careful not to squeeze her injured hand, but she still felt his

she wanted to pull

not

"Mr. Quimby..."

"Maisie, actually."

past, but he hated his old self the moment he met

"What is it?"

somewhat awkward smile. The hot pot on the table had cooled down, and only half

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

remained silent, just sitting

the living room, wash dishes, and clean

an inexplicable feeling that made her

-

the street alone. Because he had been drinking,

of melancholy. Maisie had lost their child on such a winter day, and he couldn't imagine how desperate she must have felt lying in

pulled up

hurriedly

he leaned back in his

"It's all here."

handed him a folder containing the spending records for the past three months, most of

some additional investigation," the subordinate added. "Mr. Bayer's

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