Daisy 'man-hater' Chen

Diana stiffened, ''She is mine…'' 

Despite expecting it, Maxim's fingers clenched involuntarily. 

Who is her father to you? 

The question rested at the tip of his tongue when Angel poked her head out of the blanket and looked at him with wide eyes before she reached out towards him. 

Maxim looked at the girl's tiny hands moving towards him. His eyes softened. He inched closer to Diana and took Angel from her arms. 

''…Just not biologically,'' Diana who was silent for so long finished her sentence as she let him take Angel.

Maxim paused. 

Diana could not make out much from Maxim's expressions. What is with that face? 

He was happy, he looked calm. He was sad, he looked calm. He was shocked, he looked calm. No matter what he thought, he always looked unruffled. Like a painting. A beautiful one that. A hot—

'Stop Diana. Your thoughts are going haywire,' her inner voice mocked her.