Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Although Daniel was disappointed, he smiled at her and nodded before saying, "I understand."

Maisie's cheeks blushed, her heart racing as their eyes locked. She quickly lowered her head to sip her bubble tea, concealing the turmoil in her heart.

"Thanks for your understanding, Mr. Quimby," she said.

"Don't worry about it," he reassured gently. "It's my business if I like you. You don't have to be burdened by it. But I have a request..."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Please don't reject me while you take time to heal." He chuckled. "You must give me a chance to be good to you."

She shyly pursed her lips, and a sense of romance filled the air.

However, she couldn't help but wonder how to explain this man repeatedly appearing in her dreams.

"Mr. Quimby..." She finally asked, "Did we know each other in the past?"

He was taken aback.

Maisie scratched her head, troubled. "I feel a sense of familiarity with you. Maybe you didn't know I was very sick, and I forgot everything when I recovered. If you knew me, could you be honest with me? My family won't tell me about my past, and I don't know why they act like that."

Daniel felt a squeeze in his heart and forced a smile.

After a long silence, he finally said, "We didn't know each other."

was stunned, watching

you feel familiar," he said, his voice hoarse and slow. "Maybe there wasn't much in your past that your family didn't tell you about. It's all in the past now.

a good thing, right, Maisie? I'm willing to embark on

found herself drawn to his voice

her shoulder, smiled, and went to clean the living room, something he had been

she suddenly felt dizzy, her temples throbbing, and blurry images rushed into her head. She couldn't see them clearly, but they all

gripping the blanket, her head

at the underground casino. Graham appeared anxious as Fat Lawler's

excited and had even

Graham?" she whispered, leaning in close. "Don't look so gloomy. We're here for a business discussion. Everyone

ushered into the VIP room, where they were served beverages and asked to

when we have

nothing? I've put in a lot of effort to make this happen.

to him since childhood. Why are you afraid of Fat Lawler but not your dad's

"I—"

he could respond, laughter echoed from outside. The VIP room's door swung open,

and Graham quickly stood up, and the man's sharp gaze

"Mr. Bayer?" he inquired.

nodded respectfully. "Yes,

have you at our underground

Graham, worldly as he was, was cautious in his