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..."

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 health. I'll make a low- sugar version that you quite

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

wrong thing, and chuckled

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

"What?"

at him, then lowered her head.

aback for a moment. He

atmosphere resembled that of an old married couple who had spent

the window onto the dining table. They sat

Daniel had been

He occasionally glanced at her and

a while, Maisie spoke first.