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."

stunned, watching him

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

Maisie? I'm willing to embark on this new

found herself drawn to his voice as if it held an

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

observed him, feeling a sense of security in 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

blanket, her

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

hand, Sophia was excited and had even

close. "Don't look so gloomy. We're here for a business discussion. Everyone profits when things

were ushered into the VIP room, where they were served beverages

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

for nothing? I've put in a lot of effort

of it? You've been close to him since childhood. Why are you afraid of Fat Lawler

"I—"

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

quickly stood up, and the man's sharp gaze fixed on them

"Mr. Bayer?" he inquired.

nodded respectfully.

to have you at

Lawler exuded charisma with a cold aura, and Graham, worldly as he was, was