Daniel took a deep breath, composed himself, and returned to his desk to continue working. After work, he went to the hotel.
Lately, his visits to the hotel suite had been frequent, and the hotel manager was overjoyed, as he thought that he had a chance of being promoted to the Quimby Group's headquarters. Every day, he treated Maisie like royalty.
When Daniel entered, Maisie had already prepared dinner.
"You came so early?" She smiled sweetly. "I thought you'd be a little late. I was just about to have the food taken to the kitchen to keep it warm."
"No need." Daniel's exhaustion vanished instantly when he saw her.
Maisie naturally took his coat and hung it on the rack, handed him his slippers, and gave him his personalized insulated cup, which contained perfectly warm black tea.
Daniel's heart warmed, and his smile became gentle. He held her hand and sat down at the table.
The table was set with home-cooked dishes, delicious both in taste and appearance. It was evident that they had been prepared by Maisie.
"These..."
"I made them all," Maisie said softly. "I was worried you'd get tired of the hotel's food, so I borrowed their kitchen to make you something different."
"You don't have to go to such lengths for me." Daniel held her hand. "I'm afraid you'll get too tired."
Maisie shook her head, still smiling. Her sweet and gentle demeanor was just like before.
Daniel's heart clenched. She had been willing to give him everything back then, and she still did now. The more she did, the more he feared losing her again.
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