Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1621

"Wait a moment!" Daniel called out. "Don't speak recklessly!"

Mario quickly grasped the situation and nodded with a chuckle.

When Maisie emerged from the dressing room, she radiated an otherworldly glow. Her wedding dress sparkled, and she appeared like a celestial being under a starry sky. Each smile and frown showcased her breathtaking beauty.

The long-sleeved wedding dress followed a traditional, simple, and elegant design with a touch of lace on the chest for that perfect finishing touch. It preserved the bride's purity while exuding charm. "What do you think?" Mario asked with satisfaction. "I designed this dress a few days ago, and several royal families from Eropah came to negotiate for it. But I believe in fate. I won't even ask for payment if the dress finds the right bride!"

He added softly, "This dress is a bit more conservative, but it suits Ms. Squire's temperament perfectly. It has a subtle and alluring charm."

Daniel was entirely captivated by Maisie and barely heard Mario's words.

Blushing, Maisie approached the mirror and shyly smiled.

Mario waved his hand in front of Daniel's eyes. "Hey, Daniel, say something?"

"Hmm?" Daniel snapped back to reality and mumbled, "Oh, it looks great... Excellent."

Mario smiled, then hurriedly attended to Maisie's dress and makeup.

Daniel observed silently, and tears welled up in his eyes. It was as if he saw a girl who once walked past a bridal shop window, holding his hand and gazing longingly at wedding dresses. Yet, she had remained silent because she understood he wouldn't marry her.

There were numerous chances to be together forever and express their love.

With a bitter smile, Daniel turned to leave but was halted by a small hand.

"Granduncle, where are you going?" Persephone asked.

"I..." Daniel forced a smile. "I'm just stepping outside for some fresh air."

"Stay!" Persephone tugged him back. "Ms. Maisie looks so beautiful, like a princess! Did you see it?

"Granduncle, you look very much like a prince today! Princes also wear ties like this."

Daniel's expression shifted, and he sternly replied, "Don't talk nonsense!"

However, it was too late-Maisie had overheard everything.

Their eyes met, conveying a subtle emotion in that moment.

Maisie's heart raced, and she quickly averted her gaze.

The stylists and photographers asked Maisie for a few photos while Persephone changed into her flower girl attire and joyfully pranced around. Daniel silently retreated.

Alone in the courtyard, he took out a photo and fell into deep thought.

In the evening, Graham arrived at Maisie's doorstep.

"I'm sorry," he immediately apologized when they met. "I had an urgent work matter today, so I couldn't accompany you. Have you chosen a dress?"

Maisie remained expressionless, standing there quietly, but her silence felt like a dormant volcano.

Graham sensed his mistake and didn't press on. Instead, he presented a small gift and placed it in her hand.

"This brooch is quite unique, isn't it?" He smiled. "My mother gave it to me and insisted that I pass it on to her future daughter-in-law."

Maisie opened the box and examined the bird-shaped brooch studded with green gemstones and a pink diamond for the head feathers. It was exquisite, its value clear at a glance. However, she closed the box and returned it.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" he asked.

"It's too precious. I can't accept it," she calmly replied.

"Why not? My mother said it's for her future daughter-in-law."

Maisie looked into his eyes and smiled. "You can give it to me when I truly become her daughter-in-law, can't you?"

Taken aback, Graham mechanically took the box back, his lips moistened. He realized that the girl before him was different from before.

"May I come in and talk?"

Maisie nodded and invited him inside. She prepared tea for him, as she had before, but this time instinctively reached for Ceylon tea. "Why this again?" Graham furrowed his brow. "I've told you I don't like this, haven't I?"

"But this is all we have. Please bear with it," she replied.

"You want me to tolerate it?"

"Is that not possible?" Maisie asked. "If we marry in the future, understanding and compromise are part of the husband-wife relationship."

Graham bit his lip and didn't speak. Accidentally, he knocked the teacup, scalding himself slightly with the hot tea. The dark tea seemed to mock him. Everything there reminded him that this was Daniel's domain, from the tea set to the tea itself-these were all Daniel's preferences.

The person before him was also someone Daniel liked!

Graham clenched his fists, not out of jealousy, but due to a man's natural possessiveness. After all, Maisie was still his fiancee.

"Do you have something to say?" Maisie inquired softly.

Graham composed himself, gazed at the teapot, and sneered. "This Ceylon tea is what Mr. Quimby prefers, right?"

"What are you getting at?"

"And all these utensils in your kitchen, they're all white!" He stared at her. "I've never liked white things!"

Maisie set down the teacup with a steely expression. "Are you trying to pick a fight, or are you deflecting from why you left the bridal shop today without explanation?"

"You-"

"This place belongs to Mr. Quimby, to begin with!" Maisie emphasized each word. "Everything in the house naturally reflects his preferences."

"That includes you, doesn't it?" he shot back.

Maisie was taken aback, staring at Graham. She realized she had never truly understood him.

Indeed, they had spent little time together, and they were far from a typical couple.

Moreover, perhaps they didn't really know each other well. If they did, would they still be willing to take the step into marriage together?

Maisie turned her head, her beautiful eyes betraying a trace of sadness.

Graham glanced at her and left, but he forgot his phone on the sofa.

Maisie thought about following him, but his phone rang. The name on the screen read "Sophia".

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