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.

had been quiet for a long time. She poured a glass of water and walked out of the kitchen,

like this river,” a clear voice sounded beside him,

May

22 Pretending To Be

starry sky. Her pupils were bright and dazzling. Her cold and

85%

abroad, and the rent

a bit of money over

when she was young, she was inevitably reckless and proud. After she turned eighteen, she moved out of the Camerons and didn’t take a penny from

the money she earned

foolish she was.

it someday,” Nathael took the glass of water

his palm, as if it reached his chest, giving him an indescribable sense of comfort and

for you kind words, Maggie said with a smile. She suddenly realized that whether in her past life

feeling didn’t seem

and his tie was loosely hanging around his neck. Compared to his usual inscrutable coldness, he seemed relaxed and

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

smiled and couldn’t help but say,

“Hmm?”

be

taken aback by

could say anything. Maggie stuck out her tongue, turned around, and ran

admit that Nathael was so handsome that it was infuriating. No wonder she ended up blind in her previous

man!

up his shirt sleeves to reveal his muscular arms,

the kitchen.

a photo on

the boy and the girl looked slightly immature and innocent, both dressed

the girl wore a white shirt and a plaid skier.

To Be

at the

none other than Joseph,

hand hanging by his side. A beast named jealousy roared from the depths of his heart. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could not change the past. It was a past