"Oh, well..." Whitney stammered for a while, struggling to find words.

Daniel chuckled and left, even making a funny face at her before his departure.

Whitney waved her fist at him, a smile playing on her lips.

Daniel's mood seemed to lift more and more since reuniting with Maisie.

As Whitney pondered, love exerted a potent influence. It transformed a once brutal and cold man into a sunshine boy.

Instead of heading to sleep, Whitney headed to her study. It was expansive—some popular bookstores weren't even half its size. The room was adorned with out-of-print books, antique vases, and paintings by renowned artists, giving it an air of sophistication.

She sat at the desk and placed Maisie's work on it. After ordering some tea, she admired it in a relaxed manner.

her and

sigh escaped

reason, she missed Anya more tonight, especially

down, the gentle charisma and

a deep breath, snapped back to reality, and poured herself tea as

I had someone make it for me. Look at this. It's written by a girl named

it would have been if you

through

when going through Anya's old stuff. Her death had been strange and sudden. Anya was an orphan, so

handed her this. She had

years. She dared

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