Of course, Maisie wouldn't believe Ezra's words.
But she immediately asked the question she most wanted to ask, "How do you know?"
On the way back, she ran frantically while wondering what went wrong and how Ezra suddenly knew about the child, but she couldn't figure it out.
Ezra's eyes fell on her red heels, "Can we go to your apartment first?"
He did not think that their current situation and her current state were suitable to talk about this issue. They had a lot of things to talk about and needed a quiet place.
Maisie followed his eyes to her heels. Although she was used to wearing high heels, Maisie still felt a burning pain as she ran all the way.
She looked up at Ezra and rejected politely, "There is a coffee shop at the gate of the community. You can wait for me there. I need some time to clean myself."
Maisie instinctively didn't want Ezra to go into her apartment, which was her private space. According to her current relationship with Ezra, he was also not fit to go there.
Ezra didn't expect Maisie would say such words, but that didn't stop him from insisting.
"I think it's a private thing and not appropriate to talk in public," he suggested slowly.
Ezra's reaction reminded Maisie of some shameless rascal.
But she had to admit that Ezra did make sense.
If they couldn't make peace and started to quarrel, it was really not good for outsiders to know they were actually fighting for their child.
So Maisie had to compromise and looked at her son in the cart, telling Daisy, "We'll go back first. You may take him for a walk."
"Okay," Daisy answered and hurriedly pushed the cart away.
Maisie walked to the apartment, but it was only then that she felt the pain in her feet, which hurt at every step. Her heels also broke, which made her walk even harder.
Ezra followed her, coughed slightly, and asked her, "Need help?"
Perhaps Ezra could give her a hand.
"No, thanks," Maisie refused firmly, simply bent down to take off her high heels, and walked barefoot on the cold ground.
Ezra frowned slightly. When did she become so stubborn?
It was not warm in autumn, let alone walking barefoot. Maisie went so far as to refuse his support.
Maisie was not like this before. She used to be docile and sensible most of the time, no matter on or off the bed, but now she was like a different person, tough and difficult.
What Ezra didn't understand was that Maisie used to be obedient to him because she loved him. She was willing to be intimate with him and allowed him to get close because she wanted to stay with Ezra and cherished her time with him.
Now she didn't love him, they were just strangers. She didn't have to worry about his feelings, and couldn't accept the help of a "strange" man.
It was too ambiguous and inappropriate.
After entering the elevator, Maisie raised her hand to press the button. But Ezra's hand also reached out, and their fingertips touched each other on button 16.
Maisie's put her fingertip down, but Ezra had no intention of moving his hand.
Maisie took a glance at him and quickly withdrew her hand.
She was a little upset, Ezra also pressed button 16, which meant he even knew which floor she was in.
On the 16th floor, Maisie stepped out of the elevator, opened the door, and entered the house, with Ezra following her.
"Suit yourself."
After that, Maisie walked into the bedroom.
Ezra squinted at her graceful back several times before looking around the house.
The decorations of the house were sweet, which was completely different from the style of the apartment she once had in Riverside City. That one had a cold feeling about it.
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