She froze slightly, her hand tightening around her chopsticks. "You shouldn't say things like that," she whispered.
"Why not?" he asked gently.
She looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "Because I might start believing you again."
The room went still for a few seconds. The only sound was the quiet ticking of the clock and the faint hum of the city outside.
Leo smiled faintly, not pushing further. Instead, he continued eating, and so did she — quietly, side by side, their hearts saying what their words couldn't.
After a while, Daisy stood to clear the dishes, but Leo stopped her. "I'll do it," he said softly.
She shook her head. "You're the guest."
He smiled. "Then at least let me help."
And there, in the dim kitchen light, the two of them washed dishes together — not as a CEO and a famous actress, but as two people who once loved, hurt, and were slowly finding their way back to something familiar.
When she turned around to thank him, she caught him watching her again. His expression wasn't teasing this time — it was calm, thoughtful, almost protective.
"It's really late," Daisy said softly, glancing toward the clock. It was already past 1:00 a.m. "You should stay. It's too far to drive at this hour."
Leo tilted his head slightly. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You can use the guest room."
He smiled faintly. "You still remember how to take care of people, huh?"
She looked away, a small blush coloring her cheeks. "Don't misunderstand. I just don't want anyone saying I let you drive off half-asleep."
Leo chuckled quietly, following her as she led him down the hallway. She stopped in front of the guest room door and opened it. The space was clean and simple — pale curtains, soft lighting, a neatly made bed.
"It's not much," she said, almost shyly. "But it's quiet."
Leo stepped in, glancing around. "It's perfect."
He turned back to her, his voice softer now. "Thank you, Daisy."
She nodded slightly, not meeting his eyes. "Goodnight, Leo."
"Goodnight."
She turned to leave, but before she could take a step. He kissed her
She froze, and she blushed
"You still make people feel at peace," he added, his voice low.
Her heart skipped. She didn't reply — she just gently closed the door.
When Daisy returned to her room, she sat on the edge of her bed for a long moment, staring at the faint moonlight spilling through the window. Her chest felt tight, her thoughts tangled.
He's just here for the night, she reminded herself. That's all.
But as she lay down and closed her eyes, she couldn't stop thinking about his voice, his warmth, the way he still said her name — softly, like it still meant something.
And in the guest room, Leo sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, his eyes on the ceiling. She is "Still too kind for her own good."