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Chapter 43 Don’t Think Too Highly Of Me

Maggie probably didn’t expect him to say such things. Unable to help herself, she looked at him, lightly. laughing and saying, “So, Mr. Harris, you also have some intriguing thoughts.”

Nathael squinted his eyes, turned to meet her gaze, and his voice became husky. “Maggie, don’t hold me in such high regard,”

It sounded like advice, yet also like a kind of warning.

Maggie locked eyes with him for a few seconds, neither confirming nor denying. Then she withdrew her gaze, leaned on the railing with her elbow, and casually said, “But you’re already talented.”

She realized it too late.

Nathael’s thin lips were lightly pursed under the serene night sky, a woman draped in a light brown blanket, her hair dancing freely in the night breeze. That delicate little face carried a touch of unusual gentleness.

The cigarette between his fingers burned slowly, yet Nathael was unwilling to look away.

The cruise ship on the river emitted intermittent whistles, After admiring the night scenery for a while, Maggie felt a slight chill with the arrival of autumn.

With a hint of mischief, she turned and said, “Mr. Harris, I’d like to have hand–brewed coffee.”

She was straightforward, with a touch of uninhibited playfulness.

Nathael remained silent, quietly watching her.

There was an indulgent aura about the woman’s demeanor. Not in a hurry to wait for him to speak, as if certain that he wouldn’t refuse, she blinked her dewy eyes, patiently awaiting his response.

Nathael’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, his beautiful eyes deep and tranquil. It seemed as if he was exerting great restraint, holding back something. After reaching the pinnacle of suppression, it was as if ripples appeared on the sea’s surface, with hidden currents surging beneath, ready to lose control at the slightest touch.

Seeing him unmoved, Maggie deliberately approached him, leaning in front of him. Tipping her head like a mischievous fox, she asked, “Mr. Harris?”

Nathael’s gaze swept over her tender lips, suppressing the desire in his heart. He no longer looked at her, took her hand, and turned to walk into the living room.

The warm touch left Maggie stunned for a few seconds. She followed his steps back to the room, still in a daze

Unable to resist, she curled her fingers and lightly scratched his palm. When Nathael turned to warn her with a glance, she obediently stopped.

Maggie suddenly felt like having hand–brewed coffee, the kind Nathael made.

Unfortunately, the last batch of coffee beans at home had run out. Maggie pouted her red lips in

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let her have her way, saying,

happy again, thinking it was nice to go out with

returned to her room to change, and when she

her coffee filter.

“Let’s go.

spoke gently, and Nathael responded with a

furrowed his brow, his expression turning colder.

reached up and touched her neck, asking,

her

the next moment, he took her hand away. His warm fingertips touched her snowy white neck, brushing over a faint purplish bruise. His voice was cold. “Who did

completely forgetting the incident a few hours ago when William almost

often focus more on the results. She had won and achieved her goal, so she

the depths of his dark

to look in the mirror near the entrance, and only then did she remember the incident when she saw the

a blanket, so Nathael hadn’t noticed. Now, she had changed into a low–cut sweater,

as Maggie was contemplating how to explain to Nathael,

caressing her neck with

and tingling sensation was somewhat ticklish.

erratic. She swallowed and, inexplicably, felt that the

moment, Nathael slowly raised his head to look at her, his voice hoarse. “Maggie,

she looked at him and asked earnestly, “Can

pupils were as dark as the unfathomable deep sea. He stared at her for a long

welled up with a hint of redness, and she

a fool

am!

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her teasing repeatedly, and even ignored her repeated calculations.

that this was probably the best opportunity, one

have to give anything, yet she could make impolite and excessive requests.

torturing himself with thoughts of all the possibilities.

Spectral Port? Or perhaps all the shares of Harris in