Camila briskly shook her head. "I-I just said that on a whim. I don't mean anything else. It's really nothing, Daniel!"
Daniel looked at her and remained silent.
"Actually, I've admired Maisie for years." She changed the topic. "I can see that she genuinely loves you. She's an honest girl, the perfect partner. Such a relationship is rare.
"Oh yes, Daniel, I heard she… lost her memory?"
Aniel looked up and fixed his gaze on her. The coldness in his eyes sent chills down her spine. She dared not say more.
The atmosphere grew rather awkward. He spoke flatly a moment later. "Her health was lacking earlier. Thanks for your concern. I hope you'll take care of her when the two of you work together."
"Yes, yes!" She readily agreed. "Of course!"
He smiled, and their conversation came to an end.
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Life resembled a peaceful lake under the sun—quietly flowing, without a ripple.
Maisie continued to learn and recharge, making rapid progress. She submitted drafts on time, and soon, it was time for the book to be published.
Due to work, she spent time with Lily and Camila, experiencing an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
She seemed to be born for that. Though not inherently talented, she possessed a bit of skill. With hard work, she could achieve the goals she set for herself.
Life felt more meaningful in this pursuit than it did at the kindergarten in Centrolis.
She was grateful for Lily. Without her, Maisie wouldn't have discovered her writing ability.
"No buts!" Lily winked. "Don't tell me you're going home to cook for Daniel! It's not a woman's job to do laundry, cook, and give men children, okay? You're a writer now. You should look like one... Treat tonight as the company's compulsory entertainment. Let him wait for you at home!"
Maisie was dumbfounded and then chuckled.
Lily's independence and coolness were what she lacked. The wisdom she had accumulated over the years made her envious.
As they spent time together, Maisie was surprised that they clicked so well despite their different characters. They were like missing puzzle pieces that clicked on many things.
"Mm-hmm, you're right!" Maisie held her arm. "I should have my own world. I shouldn't always be waiting for someone!"
"That's more like it!"
"What are we eating tonight?" Rachael only cared about food.
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