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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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way, saying, “Let’s go together.”

thinking it was nice to go out with him, especially on such

returned to her room to change, and when she came out again, Nathael

her coffee filter.

“Let’s go.

and Nathael responded with a nod. As he turned

brow, his expression

touched her neck, asking, “What’s wrong?”

her neck,

he took her hand away. His warm fingertips touched her snowy white neck, brushing over a faint purplish bruise. His voice was cold.

Maggie didn’t react for a moment, completely forgetting the incident

more on the results. She had won and achieved her goal, so she naturally tended to

depths of his dark eyes seemed to

mirror near the entrance, and only then did she

and she had been wrapped in 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, his slightly cool

caressing her neck with concern and

and tingling sensation was somewhat

inexplicably, felt that the situation was a

his head to look at her, his voice

trembled as she looked at him and asked

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

hint of

fool

am!

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repeatedly, and even ignored her repeated

probably the

didn’t have to give anything, yet she could make impolite and excessive requests.

answer, torturing himself with thoughts of

Port? Or perhaps all the shares of Harris in my possession, or even for the sake of Joseph….