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Maisie hadn't seen Daniel outside the kindergarten for a few days. Instead, it was the Hamertons' nanny and
bodyguards who came to pick up Persephone.
She didn't know why, but she would instinctively look for him as soon as school was over. She told herself it was
wrong. However, she couldn't shake Daniel from her mind as if she was bewitched.
As she opened the door to the apartment, the door across from her opened, revealing Graham with a smile on his
face. He walked toward her.
"I... I don't have a kettle here. Can I have a cup of tea at your place?" he asked.
She nodded and let him in. She made a pot of Ceylon tea but noticed his frown when she brought it out.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I..." He hesitated. "I never drink this tea."
She was stunned. Indeed, she had never found out what he liked. Meanwhile, Daniel had drunk this tea when he
came the other day. She flushed, feeling guilty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMaisie was about to make him a new one, but Graham grabbed her.
"Maisie, can we talk?" he asked.
She looked at him and sat across from him.
"It was... my fault," he admitted. "I shouldn't have misunderstood you and Mr. Quimby. I shouldn't have said
something so horrible. You're my fiancee, and I should trust you."
She held her head down and said nothing.
"About the 4,000,000 dollars debt your brother-in-law owes..." He paused, and Maisie looked up, hopeful and
nervous, like a student waiting for exam results.
"I stand by what I said," he stated, his voice soft but clear. "It's his debt. He should bear it. Also, the promissory note
with you as the collateral is illegal to begin with. We can sue them if they cause trouble for you again.
"Maisie, I still think we should use the law to solve this instead of giving in."
"You..." She looked at him blankly, unsure of what to say.
Graham had grown up overseas with a different way of thinking. To him, regardless of the Bayers' wealth, the
money belonged to his parents, and it had nothing to do with him. He preferred to make his own way in the world,
valuing personal responsibility.
"Graham, have you ever thought that Wesley and my sister aren't divorced yet? They're bearing the debt together.
She won't live a peaceful life as long as the debt is still there!"
"Must I sacrifice for them?" Graham questioned.
"I'm not asking you to do that. I just thought we could borrow money from you," she said, her voice trembling.
"Borrow?" Graham shook his head. "Maisie, how will you pay me back with your monthly salary? You're a
kindergarten teacher whose annual salary is likely low."
"Graham—"
"Yes, we're getting married," he said, standing up and looking into her eyes, "But when it comes to money, I insist
on drawing a clear line. Even for family, there are boundaries. I won't be like other men who forbid their spouses
from working after getting married. My family doesn't have many rules, and I support you having your own career."
Maisie squinted and chuckled. "So, we're still going Dutch after we get married?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I don't think that's a bad thing." Graham shrugged. "It's the mode of marriage for most people nowadays. But
since I have a higher income than you do, I'll contribute more to our daily expenses."
Her head was a mess at that moment.
"Trust me," Graham said as he walked over and patted her shoulder, "Our life will be great after we get married.
We'll have fewer problems when we have everything in place."
She was stunned for a moment, then lifted her face and asked, "Can I ask you something, Graham?"
"Of course," he replied.
"What... do you like about me? Do you truly want to marry me?"
He paused, then smiled at her. "Aunt Linda brought you to Centrolis, and the people she likes must be great. I think
you're a great person. You're down-to-earth and hardworking. You'll be a wonderful mother and wife in the future.
You're a great candidate for marriage."
"So, you're marrying me because I fit your standards?" she asked with a forced smile.
"Isn't being a good fit great?" Graham raised his eyebrows. "It's rare to find someone who is a fit in everything."
What he said was true, but Maisie couldn't help feeling that something was missing.
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