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The vegetable noodles smelled delicious, and she had prepared them. However, when Daniel raised his hand, his
wound reopened, and blood seeped through the bandage.
Quickly, Maisie rebandaged his arm. Since his arm was immobile, she picked up the noodles and fed him gently.
"You..."
Daniel felt a bit flustered. He found it amusing that even at his age, he still felt like a lovesick teenager when he was
with her.
"You're injured, so don't move too much," Maisie said with a clear gaze. "Let me feed you."
Daniel didn't refuse, nor could he. He took a bite, and the familiar taste overwhelmed his taste buds, almost
bringing tears to his eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe asked softly, "By the way, do you know who those two were?"
Maisie avoided eye contact, unaware that Daniel already had all the information about the incident.
"This isn't a safe place. You should think about moving," he suggested.
"Moving isn't that simple," Maisie said with a forced smile. "Plus, I can only afford to live here on my salary."
"Aren't you engaged to Graham?" Daniel wondered. "He's the heir of the Bayer family. He shouldn't allow you to
struggle with these issues."
Maisie just smiled and didn't respond.
She discreetly checked her phone. During the recent dangerous encounter, she had tried calling Graham, but he
hadn't answered. Perhaps it was due to the time difference or his work, but...
Could he truly be so busy that he couldn't answer a phone call?
Maisie felt disheartened as she thought about her relationship with Graham. It was as if she had a fiance and, at the
same time, she didn't.
Initially, the Bayers had accepted her dating Graham, possibly because of Linda's influence. After all, as an ordinary
girl with no background or family connections, how had she managed to catch the eye of such a prestigious family?
Still, she couldn't fathom why Linda had been so willing to help her.
"Ms. Squire?" Daniel called her, and she snapped back to reality. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing..."
Daniel smiled gently. "Ms. Squire... can we change these titles? How about we just call each other by our names?"
"Huh?"
"You calling me Mr. Quimby and me calling you Ms. Squire just feels a bit awkward."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMaisie nodded slightly, feeling Daniel's gaze on her like a burning fire.
"So, back to our topic," he said. "Those two guys have already been taken to the police station. But whether there
will be others harassing you in the future is uncertain. As such, moving might be the best option.
"The Bayers have many assets. You can tell Graham. Even if there's no available house for you, they can arrange
for you to stay in one of their hotels."
"I really don't need that." Maisie hesitated. "I'll be more careful in the future."
He gazed into her eyes. "Maisie, is it really so difficult?"
She remained silent.
Did Graham really separate their finances to such an extent? Daniel was concerned about this matter.
He knew that Josiah was straightforward, and the Bayers had diverse assets. The family had an alliance with the
Tanners, whose matriarch, despite her frail health, was astute with financial matters. It was only natural for Graham
to inherit those traits.
However, being meticulous about money was a trait often associated with a mistress of the household. If a man
was overly particular about finances, it could come across as petty.
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