Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart
Chapter 899 Developed a Thick Skin

When Maisie was taking her clothes to the dressing room, Ezra said with feigned innocence, "Let me help if you don't have time. It'd help me pass the time." Maisie hurried to stop him, "I'm fine."

How could Maisie possibly let Ezra help her unpack? There was lingerie in her luggage! That'd be embarrassing!

And Maisie highly suspected that Ezra deliberately put all her belongings out of the suitcase. You know, packing was a terribly onerous and labor-intensive task, and that was why Maisie didn't want to put them all out. Otherwise, she had to redo it when she left a few days later. So, she could make do with it just for a few days here, for example, she would take whatever her son needed to wear out of the suitcase or would iron her clothes if they were creased.

But now, Ezra forced her to unpack and put it away.

"You can unpack Ezio's clothes." After staring into Ezra's eyes for quite a while, Maisie said, "I'll do mine after getting change."

She then entered a password to unlock her son's suitcase and went to the changing room with her pajama. After quickly and freshly dressed, Maisie came out while Ezra was taking his son's clothes out of the suitcase.

But in Maisie's eyes, Ezra was clumsy at unpacking, so she simply walked over and offered, "Let me do it."

Being disapproved by Maisie, Ezra said bluntly, "I know I must've done a terrible job, but you should give me a chance to learn, right?"

Actually, Ezra implied to Maisie of giving him another chance, but Maisie played dumb and buried herself in packing her son's clothes.

Ezra suddenly grabbed her wrist. All the silent protest was enough! He couldn't stand being ignored by Maisie anymore, and every time he threw up a sensitive topic, she ignored it in a way that left Ezra both frustrated and helpless.

He didn't want to take it anymore!

Maisie tried to pull her hand out. But the harder she pulled, the more tightly Ezra tightened his grip. Maisie glared at him and asked exasperatedly, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I need an answer, explicitly." Ezra approached her step by step as he continued, "Let's try it one more time, okay?"

"I'll try to be a good husband, a good father." His eyes flared with earnestness, "Maisie, I really can't live without you. I've more clearly realized how important you mean to me ...." Maisie pursed her lips facing his confession.

But instinctively, Maisie suspected that every time when Ezra said something affectionate, he did it for the sake of their son.

And Maisie had always believed that love happened at first sight, just as she did to him. But Ezra wasn't like this, so she doubted his feeling.

So Maisie rejected his offer again, "We really can't work out."

With a lingering sadness in his eyes, Ezra squeezed harder and asked, "Tell me, what's wrong with us?"

Before Maisie said anything, Ezra continued, "Are you going to say something like 'we're not matched' just because we were born in different families? Are you afraid that my parents do not support us? But my mom likes you."

"I don't care what kind of family you once lived in, and neither does my mom. Is that because of the old man? He cares about nothing as long as he got Ezio."

"My best friends also supported us."

Maisie had to admit that Ezra was articulate at the moment and that his remarks left her with no reason to say no.

Ezra kept going, "Now everyone knows our marriage. Few people said you weren't good enough for me, and guess what? They were optimistic about our future, so what on earth are you worried about?" Even if there was a single argument against their marriage online, Ezra would throw money to clean it up.

Maisie shook her head in dismay. She was worried about the criticism, but all this was only an external influence, wasn't it? Julian fought for his relationship with Emelia no matter how hard his mother stopped them only because he loved Emelia.

They faced difficulties together. But the only problem between Maisie and Ezra was she doubted Ezra's love and his persistence. She couldn't afford to take another blow.

Finally, she glanced at her wrist and said lightly, "It's not about chance. You have to think carefully about it."

Maisie again beat around the bush. Ezra stared at her and got right to the heart of this, "Maisie, whatever you say, I'm going to win you back."

Maisie was like 'this man was crazy, wasn't he?'

"I have to finish what I've left off," Ezra said as he let go of her hand, picked up a pile of clothes, and headed to the changing room.

Maisie regained her sense after quite a while. When she stood up, Ezra had got out of the changing room, and again, walked closely to Maisie, narrowing his eyes at her. "Do you know what I mean?" Maisie took a step back while Ezra said with a curl-lipped mischievous grin, "That means you will be overwhelmed with my enthusiasm and my care only for you. Please prepare for it."

Maisie was annoyed just by thinking of that, so she walked off to unpack her suitcase.

She brought few clothes, which only took up a little space of the man's vast closet even with her son's clothes.

But Ezra was dissatisfied with the number of her clothes and took out his phone, saying, "I will have the brand store send you some clothes."

Maisie stopped him, "No, I have enough clothes."

She had quit working, so she didn't need to spend time getting dressed for work.

Ezra insisted, "You are my wife now and you must wear something that lifts up to the name."

Maisie watched in silence as he made a call to the brand store - what a lame excuse to get her new clothes!

Maisie then suggested, "I think you should get some clothes for your mom. Although I don't think she cares about this, you should do it for her."

Maisie knew Nancy would be a good mother-in-law, so putting herself in Nancy's shoes, she would feel bad if her son sent a bunch of clothes to his wife but nothing for his mother.

Ezra had to admit that he neglected his mother these days. He now truly realized why people always said that "happy wife, happy life".

"I'll do it right away. Thanks for your reminder, Mrs. Cantillo."

Maisie was embarrassed by this weird title, so she went downstairs to prepare some food.

Ezra had developed a thick skin, hadn't he?