Maisie gripped the phone, her mind a blank canvas. She wanted to answer the call but hesitated the moment her finger brushed the answer button.

Her intuition told her that Sophia and Graham had an unusual relationship.

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Days passed routinely. Maisie arrived at work on time each day, occasionally bringing back a bouquet of flowers from the local florist. Sometimes, she treated herself to street food or went shopping for little things she liked after work.

Graham stayed exceedingly busy, with barely a spare moment for her. Even when they managed to meet, it was always brief, and meaningful conversations were scarce.

Maisie couldn't help but notice that Graham's phone rang more frequently during their meetings as if the caller deliberately timed the interruptions. Each time he answered, he dodged her questions about the caller and gave no direct answers.

All of this left Maisie convinced that it had something to do with the mysterious "Sophia" from the phone call.

Daniel occasionally showed up at the kindergarten to collect Persephone and chat with Maisie, making a conscious effort to restrain himself. Yet, restraint could sometimes reveal more than words.

sure if he should share it with her. He hoped

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approached Daniel with a soft

then asked with a smile, "Is

and pointed

checked his phone and saw that Maisie had sent him

been living there for a month now, and I'm not sure if this covers it.

our hometown, and I'll be living there alone from now on. Don't worry. I haven't made any

lightly. Her mention

the one living in that house, you're the host. As such, feel free to make any changes you like. It's your place." He gazed at her. "Why did your sister go back? Has she settled

Maisie expressed her gratitude. "Fat Lawler was a great help, and Wesley willingly signed

I don't know the specific cost of this kind of house, but I understand it must be expensive. I've transferred what

for this type of house either." Daniel's tone

"I..."

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