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..."

waited until that day came, wouldn't I already be

was taken aback. His heart skipped a beat,

voice was soft yet powerful. "Marriage is just one form of love. It's not everything. Also, I haven't

sank. She

if I didn't marry for the rest of my life, I'd stay with him forever. When my hair turns white, then it'll be my veil. I think it's quite

then, some whispers

that sounds

Delilah, who is unhappy

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

him coquettishly. She smiled

dug her own grave. She

and continued the conversation. He wore a

a full head of white hair is a veil...

around couldn't help but laugh when

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