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 some bread. I remember you

and blurted, "There's

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

time, I'll bake

"What?"

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

a moment. He suddenly grinned foolishly, feeling his

that of an old married couple who had spent years together. One understood the other's

window onto the dining table.

was what Daniel had been

occasionally glanced at her and

while, Maisie spoke first. "Daniel, do you have time