Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"Oh, it's Mr. Quimby." Owen hastily wiped his hand across his clothes, smiling obsequiously. "I didn't expect... to meet you again. How have you been?"

Daniel looked at the hand Owen extended, his expression darkening even further.

Maisie gave Owen a pat and whispered, "Owen, what are you saying?"

Owen chuckled and quickly corrected himself. "Oh, I misspoke... Heh, I've had a bit too much to drink, and my head's not very clear right now. Maisie, what's for lunch?"

Maisie rolled her eyes at him, feeling annoyed.

"Daniel will have lunch at home today, so I'll go help Mom and Nicole."

"Alright, alright!" Owen hastily ushered her toward the kitchen. "Then you go ahead. Make some pork ribs for me! I've been working too hard lately, so I need some nourishment!"

glared at him, concerned he might say something

for a smoke. I

man, who'd had a stern expression just moments ago, now had a gentle,

turned and

nothing more than an annoying mosquito, impossible to

said with a somewhat mocking smile on his face. "You don't expect

nonchalantly grinned. Previously, it was because of his illness and the substantial medical bills it had caused that Maisie had sold herself to Daniel. She had spent three years by his side, and Owen's medicine needs had never stopped. Imported medicine was always

benefited from Maisie, but no one had ever asked if she was doing well or been worried about whether she could handle being with Daniel. Even

be the first to disagree," Owen boasted. "Mr. Quimby,

Daniel clenched his fists.

leaned closer, saying in a low voice, "I've been a bit tight

up, his eyes turning even