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Graham's sense of leaving his body overwhelmed him. He felt weightless, suspended in the emergency room,
watching the frantic doctors and his lifeless body below. He sighed, sensing a pending release.
His mind remained clear, but he lacked the will to fight for his life.
The conflict with Wesley had triggered this predicament.
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A few hours earlier.
Wesley was already a mess following his divorce from Nicole and had sunk even lower. It was that fateful day that
Graham accidentally crossed paths with Wesley while the former was drowning his sorrows in a small bar.
A heated argument escalated into a physical brawl.
Wesley was sharp-eyed. He swiftly recognized Graham as the heir of the Bayers and used Maisie's situation to taunt
him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEnraged, Graham threw a punch. Despite initiating the fight, he was no match for the larger, stronger Wesley, who
sent him to the emergency room.
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Graham couldn't shake the memory of Wesley's hurtful words.
"The Bayer heir is nothing special—can't even keep a woman! Did Daniel steal her from you, huh? Hahaha!
"Graham, have you ever considered you've been duped? Daniel's closeness to Maisie was deliberate!
"You're worthless. Even your fiancee can be stolen by another. You can't even be called a man!"
Suddenly, as if by an invisible force, Graham's soul was yanked back into his body. The nearby electrocardiogram
monitor started beeping, and the nearly flat line turned erratic.
The doctor put away the defibrillator and wiped his brow. "The patient's heart rate has returned. Administer the
medication."
Graham's tightly shut eyes quivered slightly.
How did Wesley possess such knowledge about Daniel and Maisie's relationship? Could there be a hidden history, a
past no one knew?
He had to find out. He couldn't die—he couldn't let Daniel manipulate him in vain. He had to reclaim everything
from Daniel!
The temperature had dropped significantly in recent days. Although the house was well-heated, the living room
couch was hardly a comfortable place to sleep. Watching Daniel endure chilly nights under a thin blanket on the
couch tugged at Maisie's heart.
One night, after Daniel sneezed multiple times, Maisie stood at the bedroom door, her voice soft as she asked,
"Don't we have a guest room? Why don't you sleep there?"
Daniel chuckled softly, revealing his reason for staying in the living room. It was the closest room to her, and he
wanted to be near her at all times. Besides, sleeping in the guest room wouldn't be the same.
"It's fine." He continued casually while arranging the blanket. "I'm tough. I won't catch a cold. Plus, I want to be
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmclose to you."
Maisie's heart skipped a beat, and she blushed discreetly.
She turned back into the bedroom but left the door slightly ajar. The warm glow from her room bathed Daniel's
world.
He smiled, lying on the couch, unable to sleep.
Inside the room, another person remained wide awake.
The night was dark, and snowflakes fell outside. The warm light persisted.
Maisie was curled under her blanket, and her world was nothing but the quiet rhythm of her heartbeat.
Daniel's deep voice suddenly broke the silence. "Maisie, if you're still awake, can I make you a warm glass of milk?"
"Um, it's not necessary," Maisie replied softly. "Mr. Quimby, are you... cold?"
"You're still calling me 'Mr. Quimby' at this point?"
Maisie didn't respond. Her small face was buried in the blankets while her eyes betrayed a hint of shyness and
affection. She had grown fond of him.
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