It was late at night, and Maisie was still editing her manuscript. Daniel had the hotel staff deliver some late-night snacks and then called her to join him for a meal.

Maisie sat down at the table and smiled gently. "Why are you still here?"

Lately, Daniel had been staying in this hotel suite most of the time. However, he didn't go into the bedroom. Instead, he slept on the couch in the living room, even though it couldn't be as comfortable as being at home.

Daniel smiled and pretended to sigh dramatically. "I don't have the privilege of sleeping in a bed, so I'll make do with the couch."

"I mean, why aren't you back at your own home?"

"My home?" he said with a smirk. "My home is wherever you are."

Maisie blushed, feeling a warm sense of happiness.

her back to the Quimbys, introduced her to all the family members, and firmly held her hand while

were no longer alive, and the older generation of the family was too old to meddle much in the affairs of the younger generation. The other family members, despite being unhappy that he was marrying a woman

she didn't have the energy to prepare for

resulted in Daniel spending every day at the

the story are you writing now?"

him. Daniel gently wiped

reached the part... where I'm not sure

furrowed his brows. "What do

makes sense." Daniel nodded and leaned over to look at her computer. Her story was heartwarming, but it lacked a bit of passion. This was a romance novel, but after so many pages, the male and female leads had only hugged and held hands—they had not

He pointed at a few lines on the screen. "This part is a bit long-winded. You

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