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..."

you liked

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

said the wrong thing, and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Maybe... there won't be a next

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

"What?"

at him, then lowered her head. "Hurry and eat. Don't let

moment. He suddenly grinned foolishly, feeling his appetite

old married couple who had

morning light streaming through the window onto the

was what Daniel

occasionally glanced at her and then

spoke first. "Daniel, do you have