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."

watching

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

a new life might be a good thing, right, Maisie? I'm willing to embark on this new life with you,

herself drawn to his voice as if it

to clean the living room, something he had been doing lately. He couldn't cook, but he could

him, feeling a sense of security in his tall, regular attire. As she watched, she suddenly felt dizzy, her temples throbbing, and blurry images

frowned, gripping the blanket,

underground casino. Graham appeared anxious as Fat Lawler's men led them in, his reluctance evident

other hand, Sophia was excited and had

she whispered, leaning in close. "Don't look so gloomy. We're here for a business discussion. Everyone profits when things fall

VIP room, where they were

with us when we have no apparent connection? Why is he interested in doing business with us,

frowned. "What are you getting at? Do you think he's meeting us for nothing? I've put in a lot of effort to make

to him since childhood. Why are

"I—"

room's door swung open, revealing a middle-aged man

up, and the man's

"Mr. Bayer?" he inquired.

respectfully. "Yes,

to have you at our

cold aura, and Graham, worldly as he was, was cautious