"You..." Daniel's throat tightened. "What do you want to write about?"

"I don't know." Maisie smiled innocently, her soft hair nuzzling his chin. The sweet fragrance of her body wafted toward his nose.

Daniel struggled to control himself, afraid to expose his feelings. He coughed discreetly to hide his embarrassment and gently pushed her away just a little, making sure not to give himself away.

"Well, if I do write a novel, I don't want to write about such a tragic story. I want to write about us," Maisie said, raising her head to look at him.

"About us?"

"Mm!" Maisie grinned innocently. "I want to include all the good things you've done for me."

about the times I wasn't good to

not

felt a pang of

He had treated her like a pet,

days, living meekly and fearfully by his side. She had not forgotten

do you mean 'in

a light kiss on her forehead. He smiled and said, "If you want to write,

replied. "But I already

"Who is it?"

"I'll keep it a

idea who this professional was—most likely, Lily. He only hoped

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