Daniel's relief manifested in a warm smile. "I'll go make it then!"

Maisie softly interjected, catching him off guard, "Let me do it. I think... you haven't been in the kitchen much, so let me handle it."

Daniel was momentarily stunned. He hesitated before allowing Maisie to head to the kitchen. She expertly tied on an apron, checked the fridge, gathered ingredients, and began bustling around the stove.

Daniel stood awkwardly by the kitchen door. Despite being a grown man, he felt unsure. He didn't know whether to offer help or how to assist, yet he cherished this moment deeply.

In no time, Maisie prepared breakfast—soup, warm milk, chicken sandwiches, sausages, and eggs. It mirrored every meal she had cooked for him before.

"What are you standing there for?" Maisie handed him cutlery. "Sit down and eat."

"Mm..."

time, I can bake you some bread. I remember you liked sweet ones, but they're too sugary and bad for your health. I'll make a low-

and blurted,

the wrong thing, and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Maybe... there won't be

I'll bake it at home

"What?"

glanced at him, then lowered her head. "Hurry and eat. Don't let

a moment. He suddenly grinned foolishly,

the atmosphere resembled that of an old married couple who

the window onto the dining table. They sat facing

was what Daniel had

felt a bit tingly. He occasionally glanced at her and then laughed to

a while, Maisie spoke first. "Daniel, do

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