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..."

remember you liked sweet ones,

Daniel laughed childishly and blurted,

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

of silence, Maisie replied, "Next time, I'll bake it

"What?"

her head. "Hurry and

a moment. He

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

through the window onto the dining table. They

what Daniel had been

He occasionally glanced at her

spoke first. "Daniel, do you have