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..."

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

laughed childishly and blurted, "There's

saying that, he paused, thinking he said the wrong thing, and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Maybe...

a moment of silence, Maisie replied, "Next time, I'll bake it at home and bring

"What?"

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

for a moment. He suddenly grinned foolishly,

they didn't say much, the atmosphere resembled that of an old married couple who had spent years together. One

quietly at that moment, morning light streaming through the window onto

was what Daniel had

tingly. He occasionally

first.