Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"Oh, well..." Whitney stammered for a while, struggling to find words.

Daniel chuckled and left, even making a funny face at her before his departure.

Whitney waved her fist at him, a smile playing on her lips.

Daniel's mood seemed to lift more and more since reuniting with Maisie.

As Whitney pondered, love exerted a potent influence. It transformed a once brutal and cold man into a sunshine boy.

Instead of heading to sleep, Whitney headed to her study. It was expansive—some popular bookstores weren't even half its size. The room was adorned with out-of-print books, antique vases, and paintings by renowned artists, giving it an air of sophistication.

She sat at the desk and placed Maisie's work on it. After ordering some tea, she admired it in a relaxed manner.

and retrieved Anya's old work a moment

soft sigh escaped her

reason, she missed Anya more tonight, especially

in that moment when Maisie looked down, the gentle charisma and

took a deep breath, snapped back to reality, and poured herself tea as she gazed at Anya's

favorite tea. I had someone make it for me. Look at this. It's written by a girl named Maisie. It looks... similar to

you'd relax yourself by writing cursive when tired from books. I don't know much about cursive, so I couldn't help you with that... How good it would have been if you hadn't met Wilfred. You would've been the best writer. Even if you didn't achieve that, you might have become a drama

through Anya's

old stuff. Her death had been strange and sudden. Anya was an orphan, so the orphanage's director was the one who

learned about her death when the director handed her this. She

years. She dared not bring it out, fearing it would trigger painful