"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.

and retrieved Anya's old

sigh

some reason, she missed Anya

charisma and timid eyes created an illusion that

breath, snapped back to reality, and poured herself tea as she

for me. Look at this. It's

"Anya, I remember how you'd relax yourself by writing cursive when tired from books. I don't know much about cursive, so I couldn't help you with that... How good it would

grazed through

Anya's old stuff. Her death had been strange and sudden. Anya was an orphan, so the orphanage's director was the one who

death when the director handed her this.

throughout the years. She dared not bring

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