Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Chapter 22 Pretending To Be Decent

After Maggie and Nathael went upstairs, she intended to find a pair of men’s slippers. However, there were- none available. Joseph had been born into wealth, but since Maggie moved out of the Camerons, he had never been to her place. There was no particular reason for this, purely because her place was too small. In fact, her two–bedroom and one–living room apartment was probably not even as big as a bedroom in the Camerons‘ house. She didn’t know if Nathael would look down on it.

Subconsciously, Maggie turned her head to look at his expression. Nathael’s face remained calm, showing no sign of disdain. Instead, he said. “I’m fine barefoot.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot there are no men’s slippers. I’ll buy a pair tomorrow,” she apologized, putting her bag on the entrance cabinet and talking while changing her shoes.

Nathael listened to her words, paused slightly, and couldn’t help but look up at the woman’s figure in front of hi

“What would you like to eat?” Maggie asked gently. Then, she went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, not caring about Nathael behind her.

She had just bought groceries a few days ago. Although there weren’t many varieties, it was still quite abundant

However, when she looked at the full refrigerator, she couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed.

Upon reflection, she had been with Nathael for so many years, but she didn’t even know what he liked.

Lost in thought, she was brought back to reality by Nathael’s voice,

ཙྪཱཎྜ་རྐྐ ཚ བོའི འ ལྷན འགད་ཋནཛི་

“Anything is fine.”

Maggie nodded. She checked the time and planned to make stir–fried vegetables, green bamboo shoots, braised ribs, and seafood curry. She quickly took out the ingredients after setting her goal.

After Nathael entered her house, he walked around the room. He was actually familiar with the layout and structure here because this was his house. However, this was her private territory, so he had never been allowed to enter.

The entire room was decorated in a retro American style with a high–quality dark tone. It was obviously carefully designed. Outside the large floor–to–ceiling windows, one could overlook a canal. The brilliant lights reflected on the river surface, and a cruise ship slowly passed by, occasionally making sounds..

Nathael stood by the window for a while. He knew he had lost control again.

From the joy of finding her handbag to inexplicably entering her territory.

He always seemed to lose control in front of her. His self–control, which he was proud of, was laughably insignificant.

was busy preparing the meal. It wasn’t until a while later that she realized Nathael had been quiet for a long time. She poured a glass of water and walked out of the kitchen, only to

river,” a clear voice sounded beside him, calm and quiet, different from her usual disdain

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in her eyes, more beautiful than the starry sky. Her pupils were bright

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it. The landlord was in a hurry to go abroad, and the rent was very low, so I moved in here

fact, she had made quite a bit

turned eighteen, she moved out of the Camerons and didn’t take

own life, the money she earned was mostly used to repay the kindness of the

foolish she was.

glass of water and spoke in a deep

water in the glass spread from his palm, as if it reached his chest, giving him

whether in her past life or this one, she rarely had a good conversation

feeling didn’t seem so

had already taken off his jacket, and his tie was loosely hanging around his neck. Compared to his usual inscrutable coldness, he seemed relaxed and charming, attractive and sexy.

mind?” Sensing her gaze, Nathael raised his eyebrows and asked in

help but say, “I suddenly

“Hmm?”

to be decent.”

aback by her words..

anything. Maggie stuck out her tongue, turned

was infuriating. No wonder she ended up blind in her previous life, probably as divine retribution for wasting such a good–looking

man!

up his shirt sleeves to reveal his muscular arms, and prepared to

the kitchen.

living room, he saw a photo on the coffee table. He

girl looked slightly immature and innocent, both dressed in school

troscere while the girl wore a white shirt and a

Pretending To

still, looking at the photo with

people in the photo were none other than Joseph, the boy, and

the depths of his heart. He knew that no matter how