Chapter 493

Nolan chuckled again with his profound gaze, “You wouldn’t have come out of the room if you didn’t want
to see me.”
The moment Maisie had chosen to step out of the room, it meant she wanted to see him too.
‘The security of Mr. David’s banquet can be considered as the top of the notch when it comes to its
strictness this time around, not to mention that I’m Mr. Henry’s daughter. Who would dare to lay a finger
on me so casually?
‘However, of course, he’s famous for his huge pair of cojones. He even did it so blatantly!
Maisie’s heart trembled. She had been aware at the time that the power outage must have been
intentional, and she had guessed it, more or less…
Maisie snorted. “You’re as cheeky as you used to be, Mr. Goldmann.”
Nolan did not refute her statement, which meant that he had admitted it deep down.
Maisie did not want to get too involved with him and said to Saydie, “Let’s go down.”
Saydie nodded, took a glance at Nolan, and followed closely behind Maisie.

Unexpectedly, Nolan’s deep voice echoed from behind
her all of a sudden. “If you want to partner up with Wesley, you might as well partner up with me.”
Maisie stopped moving for a split second.
Nolan had already caught up to her and was standing beside her. “I think you’ll surely agree to my
suggestion for the sake of the de Armas.”
He then took the lead and walked away as soon as he said that.
Maisie’s clenched fist loosened slightly-the residual warmth on her lips, as well as his fragrance and
breath, were all still there.
Could she forget the man who had left her more than 1,000 days ago?
No, she had never forgotten him.
The name Nolan Goldmann was like poppy seeds to her, and it became extremely addictive once she
got the first taste. She could not quit thinking about him even if she wanted to, nor could she suppress



the urge to touch him even if she wanted to. Not to mention that she still fell into a trance because of the
earlier kiss, which was ridiculous.
When Maisie got back to the banquet hall, Nolan was found sitting in his wheelchair as if nothing had
happened, chatting with Wesley and a few foreigners.
Maisie squinted her eyes.
‘He obviously doesn’t look like a gravely ill man, but he’s sitting in a wheelchair. Is he pretending to be ill
or is he truly ill? That’s still unknown. “Ms. Henry, you’re back. Did you get this gown from Mr.
Goldmann? It looks gorgeous on you.” Wesley’s gaze landed on her. Even though she was still wearing
the mask, she already looked out of this world.
That was especially so for her half-covered face, which made others want to peep at the beautiful face
underneath the mask.
Maisie smiled politely. “Yes, Mr. Goldmann has been generous.”
Nolan picked up the wine glass. “Glad that you like it, Ms. Henry.”
At the beginning of the ball, Wesley invited Maisie for a dance under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
Maisie did not reject him. She placed her hand on his palm and danced together with him in the crowd.
The two matched very well and danced their way through the gentle and melodic waltz.
The onlookers were amazed. Maisie, who was wearing a dark green evening gown, looked like a
goddess dancing under the moon under the dazzling shimmer of the chandelier. She paced around the
dance floor on Wesley’s lead and turned from time to time-her moves were the sole thing that gave
elegance, beauty, and confidence their meanings.
She was remarkable and unforgettable just like how she had been at the Bouchers’ banquet three years
ago.
Quincy looked at the person beside him worriedly. Although Nolan’s face was expressionless, his fixed
gaze on Maisie became a lot gloomier.
It was not until the end of the dance that the two separated in a thunderous round of applause.
Maisie nodded and chuckled. “I’ll remember my dance with you tonight, Mr. David, but I have to take my
leave now.”



Wesley did not make it difficult for her and nodded.” Okay, let’s meet again some other time if fate
permits.”
Maisie left the scene in a hurry with Saydie. They almost did not look back, but she knew that a
scorching gaze had been tailing her all this while.

Back in the car, Saydie asked her, “Do you know that gentleman?” Maisie paused for a bit and smiled
wryly. “You can take it as a yes.” ‘We don’t only know each other, but we also had a marriage relationship
back then. I even had children with him. ‘It was such an inseparable relationship, but how did it come to
this point?’ The lights in the East Island Villa’s courtyard were brightly lit, but the luxurious private villa felt
so quiet and sorrowful as if it was a beautiful body that did not have a soul.


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