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?"

aback. His heart skipped a beat,

yet powerful. "Marriage is just one form of love. It's not everything. Also, I haven't agreed to his proposal just yet. Meanwhile, someone is married, but...

eyes sank. She

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 him forever. When my hair turns

whispers came

sounds pretty

about Ms. Delilah, who is unhappy with her

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

arm, leaning on him coquettishly. She smiled

turned grim as she had dug her own grave. She turned around and

kept apologizing and continued the conversation. He wore a

Squire said that a full head of white

laugh when they heard how

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