Daniel inched closer, his chest nearly touching her flushed face. He murmured in her ear in a low, charming voice, "I'll keep waiting until you nod."
Maisie stood there, unmoving. She glanced at him, then chuckled shyly.
Just then, Daniel's phone rang—his assistant urgently needed his attention for some company matters.
Forcing a smile, he said, "I need to head back."
"Alright." Maisie nodded gently.
"Take care of yourself. Call me after the tea party ends, and I'll come pick you up."
"You focus on your work," she said. "My home isn't far. I'll manage."
"Fair enough." He didn't push. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact me."
As Maisie watched him walk away, a whirlwind of emotions overcame her. He was the first person she ever loved, perhaps the only one in her life.
However, the more the love, the harder it was to forget the hurt.
She sighed softly.
Suddenly, a clear voice sounded beside her, "Can you still see anything when he's gone that far?"
Startled, Maisie turned to see a handsome face.
He exuded a classic bookish aura, dressed in a white shirt, with features chiseled like a leading man in a campus novel. His smile seemed to embody the world's sunshine.
Maisie was momentarily stunned, but the man's expression changed instantly.
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