Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1624

"Alright, that's enough," Graham said, furrowing his brows but still looking indulgent as he gazed at the woman.

The woman was tall and curvy, dressed provocatively even in the cold winter with black tights and a short skirt. Her heavy makeup and wavy hair made her look alluring and foxy. Leaning against Graham, she added a touch of seductive allure.

With Graham's indulgence, the woman's actions grew more unrestrained. She didn't mind the passersby's glances as she kissed Graham on the lips.

Graham gently pushed her away, somewhat helpless. "I promise I'll find the right time to explain to my family."

"Will your family be okay with me?"

"Don't worry. With me around, they'll have to be."

The woman smiled, took the car keys, and waved to him before driving away in the sports car.

Daniel's gaze darkened.

If he hadn't mistaken the car, it belonged to the Bayers. Wasn't Graham the kind of man who even insisted on splitting expenses in his marriage? Would he be so generous as to let someone else use his car?

Daniel continued watching.

Instead of going upstairs, Graham made a few phone calls, and a car arrived to pick him up shortly after.

Daniel took out his phone and instructed his subordinate in a low voice, "Check Graham Bayer's spending records."

The subordinate seemed puzzled. "Sir..."

"Just for the past three months."

After the call, Daniel quickly went upstairs.

He carefully applied the burn ointment to Maisie's injury, fearing it would leave a scar. He advised her to go to the hospital for a checkup.

Maisie smiled. "It'll be fine. I've burned myself while cooking before. With my experience, it should heal in two or three days."

Daniel suddenly felt a pang of sadness. He recalled the days when she stayed at their home, always cooking delicious meals and finding the most happiness when he returned home from work.

He remembered her running to him like a cheerful bird, helping him take off his coat and fetch his slippers. He remembered her fingers becoming sensitive from preparing food and washing dishes.

People often realized the value of the seemingly insignificant past only after losing it.

Daniel fell silent for a moment and softly said, "Don't cook by yourself anymore. I'll have the hotel deliver your meals on time."

"No need, Mr. Quimby..."

He gently held her hand, careful not to squeeze her injured hand, but she still felt his warmth.

Maisie's face burned, and she wanted to pull her hand away.

Daniel did not let go.

"Mr. Quimby…"

"Maisie, actually…"

Daniel was so close to telling Maisie about their past, but he hated his old self the moment he met Maisie's clear eyes.

"What is it?"

Daniel let go quietly with a somewhat awkward smile. The hot pot on the table had cooled down, and only half a bottle of wine was left.