Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Daniel's relief manifested in a warm smile. "I'll go make it then!"

Maisie softly interjected, catching him off guard, "Let me do it. I think... you haven't been in the kitchen much, so let me handle it."

Daniel was momentarily stunned. He hesitated before allowing Maisie to head to the kitchen. She expertly tied on an apron, checked the fridge, gathered ingredients, and began bustling around the stove.

Daniel stood awkwardly by the kitchen door. Despite being a grown man, he felt unsure. He didn't know whether to offer help or how to assist, yet he cherished this moment deeply.

In no time, Maisie prepared breakfast—soup, warm milk, chicken sandwiches, sausages, and eggs. It mirrored every meal she had cooked for him before.

"What are you standing there for?" Maisie handed him cutlery. "Sit down and eat."

"Mm..."

with some soup," she said softly. "If we have time, I can bake you some bread. I remember you liked sweet ones, but they're too sugary and bad for your

course, I like it!" Daniel laughed childishly and blurted, "There's next time if we don't have

thinking he said the wrong thing, and

replied, "Next time, I'll bake it at home

"What?"

then lowered her head. "Hurry and eat.

was taken aback for a moment. He suddenly grinned

much, the atmosphere resembled that of an old married couple who had spent years together. One understood the other's taste, and the

window

Daniel had

tingly. He occasionally glanced at her

a while, Maisie spoke first.