"Why? Do you like it?" Maisie seemed surprised, unable to hold back a smile. "I originally planned to make truffle and mushroom soup, but Nicole thought people might not like the truffles' taste. As such, she asked me not to make it."

Daniel didn't like truffles, but Maisie's version was unexpectedly tasty, none of the flavors he disliked. He found himself craving that taste.

Unfortunately, she had forgotten everything.

"Mr. Quimby, don't stay here." She chuckled. "There's a lot of smoke. Why don't you go to the living room and have some fruit? I have one more dish to prepare, and it'll be ready soon!"

Daniel nodded and left. As he passed through the living room, he noticed Nicole, her eyes expressing a mix of emotions.

Maisie brought the soup to the table at that moment.

Daniel raised his eyebrows and smiled at Maisie. "Do you have any tabasco?"

smiled. "I told you your wound hasn't healed, and you can't have spicy food. Plus, it's harsh on the

little, please?"

tabasco, so I'll have to go downstairs to

you. She knows

two of them left, and Daniel glanced back at Nicole. She appeared worried, like she

not at ease?" Daniel raised an eyebrow, speaking in

couldn't meet Daniel's gaze and felt even more timid being

screen by the door, showing Maisie and Persephone walking to the supermarket, accompanied by the Hamertons'

Daniel asked casually. "That child is the Hamertons' little princess, highly protected. Do you think

her hands. After a long silence, she spoke softly. "Mr. Quimby, you kept me here for a reason, right? Well, I also have some things to discuss with

his legs crossed, and watched her.

hesitated. "Are you... Are you serious about Maisie this time? Are your

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