Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 1764

Daniel gently caressed the word on the tombstone, his eyes brimming with tears. Recollections of something Owen

had said echoed in his mind.

"Maisie buried the child... Do you want to know where your daughter is buried?"

Tears streamed down his face.

The tombstone, a simple rectangular piece of stone, bore only one word carved on it—Curtisa. "Curtisa." Daniel NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

sobbed, certain it was his daughter. Maisie had given her such a beautiful name. Footsteps approached from

behind.

Daniel turned to see Maisie standing there, holding a bouquet of daisies. Their eyes met, both surprised. It was the

first time she had witnessed him cry.

'So, the seemingly cold, heartless man is capable of sobbing like a baby,' she thought.

"You're here." Daniel hastily wiped away his tears, his voice hoarse. "I-I was just taking a stroll. If you don't want me

here, I'll."

"Stay for a bit," she said. "Be with her. This must be. your first time?"

Placing the daisies next to the tombstone, she took out a handkerchief and wiped it. Her fingers trembled as she

grazed over the name "Curtisa".

Daniel was taken aback by the kindness shown. Slowly, he sat on the ground.

And there they sat, side by side.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and birds soared above, creating a soothing peace.

If only he had found Maisie earlier, the family of three would be together now.

"Actually, I always come to the house, but I've never noticed the tombstone," he admitted. "It's facing right across

the nursery. It was indeed my first time. seeing it today.

"Maisie, did you name her yourself?"

"Mm-hmm." She nodded. "I thought of two names. It'd be Curtis if it was a boy and Curtisa if it was a girl."

Daniel was stunned as he recalled her bringing a piece of paper into his study and asking him which one was better.

He hadn't understood then, casually pointing at Curtisa and Curtis.

"Their names begin with 'cu', showing that they are born in Cumulus City," she added.

"Oh..."

Maisie glanced at him, her calm demeanor indicating a newfound peace.

"I'd always imagine how the child would grow up." She smiled, looking into the distance. "They say girls will be more

like their dad."

"No, she would've been more like you." Daniel smiled. "She'd be prettier to look more like you."

"Really?" She looked down. "What's the use of being pretty? She'd be someone else's toy in the end.

The most important thing a girl should learn is to be independent."

"Yes, yes!" He quickly agreed, "She should be independent. If we have a daughter again, I'll definitely teach her

that."

"We?" Maisie's expression changed. She raised her eyebrows.

Daniel pursed his lips.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked, "Let's start again, Maisie. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up

to you, okay?"