Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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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."

stunned, watching him

there wasn't much in your past that your family didn't tell you about. It's all in the past now. You don't have to

thing, right, Maisie? I'm willing to embark on this new life with you, and I assure you that you'll never

voice as

to clean the living room, something

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

blanket,

Graham appeared anxious as Fat Lawler's men led them in,

and had even picked a gift for

look so gloomy.

were ushered into the VIP room, where they were served

this," Graham confessed, his suspicions growing. "Why would Fat Lawler meet with us when we have no apparent connection? Why is he

are you getting at? Do you think he's meeting us for nothing? I've put

close to him since

"I—"

he could respond, laughter echoed from outside. The VIP room's door swung open, revealing a middle-aged

the man's sharp gaze fixed

"Mr. Bayer?" he inquired.

respectfully.

have you at

and Graham, worldly as he was, was cautious in his

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