Daniel set out two wine glasses in the room, pouring the expensive red wine he had the butler fetch from the wine cellar. The beautiful, dark red color gleamed charmingly under the light. Maisie watched quietly, a happy smile playing on her lips.

He handed her the wine before taking a sip himself. "Hmm, drink it. It's amazing!"

Maisie felt shy. "You know I can't drink very well."

"This wine has a great aftertaste. You'll regret it if you don't try it."

She smiled and joined him, sitting on the rug beside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The moonlight illuminated the room, and the wide window offered a view of the mountains and lush forest outside.

Leaning on his shoulder, she felt a tranquil moment as if time itself were a quiet stream.

"The island is huge." Daniel chuckled. "It's quite rich in produce, and there are few people. It's pretty self-sufficient. There's a hunting ground behind the forest. And a horse training ground next to it. I used to always ride horses when I was young.

"Although there's also a racecourse at our house, it's different to be riding here. I'll take you there tomorrow!"

a change in Daniel. He was no longer the cold, quiet man she knew before. He seemed more talkative and upbeat, resembling a boy more than a mature man. It felt as if they were the same age

"Oh yes, also—"

the empty wine glass on the floor and said gently, "I'm sleepy. Can we continue tomorrow? I'm going to bed, and you

"Oh..." he said flatly.

rose together, but at that moment, he appeared unsteady as if about to fall. He leaned on

she quickly

okay." He smiled. "I just feel a bit dizzy. I'd like to

"Huh?"

she could react, he walked into the room in a familiar manner and

that he was ill. "Do you not feel

"Didn't I

the wine?" She frowned. "You've only drunk

of

continued to put on an act. "I'm old now. I

was ill, she grabbed a hot towel from the bathroom and asked him where the kitchen was. She wanted to make him soup

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