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

it's the unique connection between people that makes 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

to embark on this new life with you, and I assure you that you'll never

drawn to his voice as if

the living room, something he

his tall, regular attire. As she watched, she suddenly felt dizzy, her temples throbbing, and blurry images rushed into her head. She couldn't see them clearly, but they all seemed

blanket, her

meet Fat Lawler at the underground casino. Graham appeared anxious

excited and

whispered, leaning in close. "Don't look so gloomy. We're here for a

where

his suspicions growing. "Why would Fat Lawler meet with us when we have

think he's meeting us for nothing? I've put in a lot of effort to make this

close to him since childhood. Why are you afraid of

"I—"

echoed from outside. The VIP room's door swung open, revealing a middle-aged man in traditional

up, and the man's sharp gaze fixed on

"Mr. Bayer?" he inquired.

respectfully.

an honor to have you at

exuded charisma with a cold aura, and Graham, worldly as he was, was cautious in his