Maisie's expression shifted, but Daniel held her hand tightly, sporting a calm smile.

"I suppose it has nothing to do with maintenance but one's charisma," he enunciated. "Who doesn't age? When Maisie reaches your age, I believe she'll be an elegant and beautiful lady. Time will only make her more composed, not mean and petty."

He glanced at Maisie with love after uttering those words.

Everyone around heard what he said. Those who were gloating started to whisper among themselves.

Wilfred felt humiliated. Just as he was about to change the topic, Delilah, who was next to him, struck again.

"I can't believe I made Mr. Quimby say something so romantic from my joke! Seems like you really love Ms. Squire. But I heard that... she hasn't agreed to your proposal? I wonder if you'll be with her until she's old."

Maisie looked up at her, meeting her arrogant gaze.

"Time's up, Ms. Squire. Get married. Seize that you're at your peak! Don't wait until your hair turns white..."

really waited until that day came, wouldn't I already be growing older with him?" Maisie finally struck back with

taken aback. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't

love. It's not everything. Also, I

eyes sank. She looked at

Maisie chuckled. "Even though we're not married, we only love each other. Even if I didn't marry for the rest of my life, I'd stay with

then, some whispers came

that sounds

Delilah,

think so... They say scholars tend to scorn each other. It's quite interesting to see two

held Daniel's arm, leaning on him coquettishly. She smiled

had dug her own grave. She

continued the conversation. He wore

a full head of white hair is a veil... That's

around couldn't help but laugh when they heard how

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