Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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Two days later, Maisie's high fever finally subsided.

She experienced a long dream where Daniel's face reappeared. Surprisingly, the dream wasn't eerie this time. In

this dream, Daniel gazed at her, showering her with tenderness.

She found herself in that small courtyard filled with blooming orchids under the bright spring sun. The vivid blue sky

was a sight she hadn't seen since arriving in Centrolis.

In the courtyard, an adorable chubby little boy waved to her, shouting, "Mom."

She was about to run to him when the dream abruptly ended. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling utterly drained,

like she had been pulled out of the water. However, the awful feeling had vanished.

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She turned her head and noticed the familiar warmth of someone's presence. Her cheeks blushed slightly.

She got out of bed and found Daniel in the kitchen, attempting to cook something for her. It was evident that

cooking wasn't his strong suit—he had even burnt a pot of soup, creating a mess.

Frustrated, Daniel threw the ladle aside and angrily spoke into his phone. "What did you say?! That's not right at all!

I followed the steps you mentioned, and it turned out like this! I think you're useless as the head chef of the hotel!

"This is what we'll do... I'll send you an address, hurry up and deliver the food, including the soup... If you're even a

minute late, you're out of a job tomorrow!"

Maisie stood there and couldn't help but giggle.

Daniel suddenly turned around, somewhat embarrassed. He did not know where to put his hands and laughed

nervously. "Y-You're awake?"

His expression transformed from stern to easygoing the moment he saw her.

"I-I'll be done soon... Don't mind the mess in the kitchen. I'll tidy it up very quickly!"

Maisie spoke softly. "I'll do it."

"No, no, you should go back and rest. I'll clean up fast..."

Maisie's heart stirred. It seemed that only with Daniel could she feel doted on. It was as though he didn't do much,

but everything he did for her was heartfelt.

In the end, Daniel called a housekeeper to clean up the kitchen. He had something more important to do—have

dinner with Maisie.

The food arrived on time, personally delivered by the head chef of the hotel himself. He was sweating profusely,

fearing that even a one-minute delay would cost him his job.

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Daniel made Maisie lie down, carefully feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

Maisie felt a bit embarrassed and tried to feed herself a few times, but Daniel firmly declined her attempts.

"You have just recovered and must take it easy."

"Can eating really tire me out?"

Daniel wouldn't miss any chance to care for her. "Well, it's best not to move if you don't have to. Look at those less

active small animals. They usually live long lives."

"You mean, like turtles?"

Daniel was stunned, and his joke fell flat once again. Then, he became somewhat flustered.

Of all the jokes he could make, what if Maisie misunderstood him?