Chapter 783

Barbara thought for a moment, then looked away from the crowd in front of her villa.’ Okay then, I might
have to trouble you for a while.” Maisie took Barbara back to the Goldmann mansion.

Mr. Cheshire, the butler, was pruning the plants in the courtyard. He stopped the task on hand and stood
up when he saw Maisie’s arrival. “Ma’am, you’ve come back?”

Maisie nodded and said to Mr. Cheshire,’ This is Barbara Chase, the daughter of the Chases. She’ll be
living here for a while, so I might have to trouble you to take care of her needs.”

Mr. Cheshire smiled and nodded. “Okay, then I’ll get someone to clean up a guest room now.” Barbara
and Maisie stepped into the mansion. She then approached Maisie and asked, “Where are you and Mr.
Goldmann currently staying now that you don’t live here?”

“We stay in the Blue Bay villa.”

Barbara gave off a pregnant smirk. “Wow, you’re indeed living life to the fullest, huh? You actually leave
your kids at home and only think about living as a couple even after getting married?”

Maisie wrapped her arm around Barbara’s shoulders. “When you give birth to your kid first before getting
married, you can only go on a date with your husband after your marriage. And to be honest, bringing the
kids along does affect your time together.” Barbara waved back. “But I guess I’ll never get married for the
rest of my life.”

Maisie was taken aback. “Why would you think so?” “Who would marry a woman whose hands were
stained with blood, even though it was only an accidental death?”

Barbara had come to accept the fact that she was a murderer long ago, and she had never had high
hopes of finding herself a man and getting into a relationship or even marriage.



Maisie patted her shoulder. “That’s not a certain thing just yet. Maybe you’ll get to meet your Mr. Right,
who will make you throw

yourself at him desperately in the future?”

Maisie returned to the Blue Bay villa and was slightly startled when she saw Nolan cooking dinner in the
kitchen.





He had taken off his suit and shoes and had already changed into some casual clothes. Perhaps this
was her first time seeing him in a dark gray knitted sweater and white trousers. His usual cold and
indifferent temperament had become gentle and elegant. “You’ve come back? Go wash your hands.
Dinner is ready.” He knew she had come back home without looking back. Maisie walked up to his back,
wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed his cheeks against his back, and said charmingly and
coquettishly, “Hubby, help me wash my hands.”

Nolan turned off the stove, held her wrist, brought her to the front, and squinted. “You want me to wash
them for you?”

Maisie looked up at him and blinked.

Nolan pinched her chin as a hint of lust flashed across his eyes. “Then don’t wash your hands first.”
Maisie leaned languidly against Nolan’s chest and was carried downstairs by Nolan. She had already
changed into her nightgown.

The fair and flushed skin looked exquisite under the beam of the dazzling fluorescent lamps, and the
wavy and black hair was hanging on her back, glowing from the same lights.



At the dining table, Nolan did not let her go but placed her on his thigh and served her the dishes
carefully. “Eat first, or else the food will become cold.”

Maisie sat up. “Isn’t that your fault?”

She had only wanted to wash her hands at the beginning, but as a result, she had taken a full shower
now.

Nolan fed her a piece of spare ribs with a grin. “You should eat now. You can punish me all you want
tonight.”

Maisie ate the spare ribs, spat the bones onto the plate, and pointed to the plate of shrimp. “Peel one for
me.”

Nolan chuckled softly as he peeled the shrimp’s shell for her.

He looked at Maisie and could not help but laugh. “The way you eat your shrimp makes you look exactly
like Daisie.”

Maisie turned her head and fed him a shrimp, “I’m the one who gave birth to her, after all. It’s rather
difficult for us to look too far apart, isn’t it?”

Nolan took advantage of the situation and bit her finger as a hint of amusement beamed from the bottom
of his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll be relieved if Daisie grows up to be a woman who will be able to fight for herself
and not allow herself to suffer any losses, just like you.”

Maisie was stunned for a split second.

Speaking of which, I wonder if what Daisie experienced before this would negatively affect her. Although
I don’t see any abnormality, Daisie is still a girl. I need to pay more attention to her.’






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