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!"

about Owen." The assistant nervously continued. "You asked me

balcony to shield Maisie from the conversation.

him for a few days and discovered that he does nothing apart from drinking

he resorts to asking for money at home whenever he loses

him—Owen had exhibited such behavior

up for him when he was ill, selling

his medical bills.

deserving of

joints paled as he

found something else," the assistant

He was surprised. "Did you guys make

was confident. "It was her indeed. Even if

It belonged to

surrounded him like dark

meet? What did they talk about?" he

that they met once throughout the time

they met on the street. Ms. Camila pulled over while Owen went over to talk. It lasted less than

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