Maisie's heart pounded as she pushed against Daniel's muscular chest, doing her best to create distance. However,

the feeble attempt seemed more like a tease.

Daniel threw himself onto her and captured her flushed earlobe with a kiss, feeling her tiny frame shake in his

embrace.

"Maisie..." he whispered huskily into her ear, "Can I?"

She shut her eyes, too nervous to respond verbally. He smirked, interpreting her reaction as silent consent.

Yet, just as he was about to proceed, his phone rudely interrupted with an extra blaring ringtone that echoed

through the room, incessantly ringing.

Maisie opened her eyes, her cheeks still flushed. "Pick it up," she said.

With a sigh, Daniel reluctantly distanced himself from her.

It was his assistant calling, and Daniel answered with irritation. "What is it?!"

The assistant hesitated. "Mr. Quimby, um..."

"Spit it out!"

nervously continued. "You asked me to

moving to the balcony to shield

and

life seems devoid of purpose, and he resorts to asking for money at home whenever

didn't surprise him—Owen had

his sister. Yet, Maisie had stood up for

his medical bills.

deserving of the

joints paled as he gripped his

assistant said. "He met with Ms.

"Did

"It was her indeed. Even if we

It belonged to

dumbfounded. Suspicion surrounded him like

did they

they

the street. Ms. Camila pulled over while Owen went over to talk. It lasted less

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