Nolan’s eyes were burning, but he was trying to keep things under control and hesitantly kissed her.
“Yes, so I need to punish you.”
Maisie could feel the short hair on her neck, his strong arms picking her up. She hugged his neck tightly
to keep her balance and had an exhilarating time at the doorway.
Under the night sky, the light from the closet shone dimly on Maisie’s crystal clear skin, her hair sprawled
on the pillow like black algae.
Someone pushed open the door of the bedroom.
Maisie slowly opened her eyes when she felt the mattress sink a little. Nolan sat at the edge of the bed,
touching her face.” Not going to have dinner?”
Maisie turned around, her voice hoarse from the constraint. “I’m thirsty.”
Nolan picked up the glass of water that he had prepared on the table for her.
She sat up and gulped the water but choked because she drank too quickly, spitting water all over the
shirt he had just changed into
Nolan wiped away the water on the corner of her lips, then chuckled with love in his eyes. “How could
you choke from drinking water?”
Maisie pushed his hand away, put down the glass, and leaned against the headboard. “I need someone
to feed me dinner.”
He held her face up. “I relieved you, but you’re ordering me around now?”
She looked at him. “You have a problem with that?”
Nolan laughed. “No.”
He carried her downstairs and let her sit at the table. She didn’t move, just waiting for the food to be fed
to her.
He would feed her anything she wanted to eat and drink and even coax her into eating.
Nolan knew she did this on purpose, so he played along. When she got bored, he smiled. “Done?”
Maisie looked at him. “You were so angry last night I thought you were not going to talk to me anymore.”
Nolan put down the cutlery. “You kissed me, so I had to make up.”
“Oh, is that true?” Maisie teased, “If I didn’t kiss you, how long do you think you’d be angry for?”
Nolan poked her face. “You’re so good at picking a fight.”
Maisie pushed his hand away, raised both her legs, and then hugged her knees. “You don’t believe me,
but believe Maizie instead, huh?”
Nolan narrowed his eyes.
She grunted. “I know that she gave you the photos, and you believed her. You might as well marry her.”
Nolan curled her hair around his finger. “If you could get jealous, so would I. Even if the photos weren’t
real, I would still get angry. I almost lost my mind.”
He pulled Maisie onto his lap and into his arms and held her hand in her palm, their fingers intertwined. “I
was afraid that you would leave me.”
Maisie turned around and looked into his eyes. After a long while, she leaned in on his chest. “The
person in the photos was Francisco Boucher, Helios’ cousin. Have you forgotten?”
Nolan paused.
Maisie looked up at him. He had probably forgotten what Francisco looked like. “I spent a month in the
training camp three years ago and met Francisco. I owe him one.”
Nolan asked in a low voice, “Why were you at the training camp?”
Maisie put her hands behind his neck. “So I could marry you.”
Nolan was surprised, but he kept his eyes on her because he could tell that she wasn’t lying.
Maisie lay her head on his shoulder, hanging onto him lazily. “It was your grandfather’s request. As long
as I passed the tests in training camp and performed well, we could be together.”
Nolan’s heart shuddered.
It was as though pieces of his memories popped up in his mind, but they were just moments, not full
memories.
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