"You..." Daniel's throat tightened. "What do you want to write about?"
"I don't know." Maisie smiled innocently, her soft hair nuzzling his chin. The sweet fragrance of her body wafted toward his nose.
Daniel struggled to control himself, afraid to expose his feelings. He coughed discreetly to hide his embarrassment and gently pushed her away just a little, making sure not to give himself away.
"Well, if I do write a novel, I don't want to write about such a tragic story. I want to write about us," Maisie said, raising her head to look at him.
"About us?"
"Mm!" Maisie grinned innocently. "I want to include all the good things you've done for me."
"What about the times I wasn't good to you?"
"When have you not been good to me?"
Daniel felt a pang of guilt and hugged her.
"In the past…" he murmured. He had genuinely mistreated her in the past. He had treated her like a pet, summoning her whenever he pleased and disregarding her when he didn't.
He had no idea how Maisie had managed to endure those harrowing days, living meekly and fearfully by his side. She had not forgotten her love for him or their child, even during those crazy, forgetful moments.
"Hmm?" Maisie seemed puzzled. "What do you mean 'in the past'?"
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