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Chapter 65 You’re So Childish

Nathael stared at the tightly closed door, his darkening eyes tinged with self–mockery.

Despite knowing she wouldn’t care, he stubbornly refused to leave, as if he could make her feel sorry by staying there.

Tears uncontrollably streamed down Maggie’s face after she closed the door.

He doesn’t understand that I feel heartbroken for him, that I feel uneasy, that I’m scared…

Maggie hastily wiped away her tears, then turned around and opened the door once more.

Upon opening the door, she was met with the man’s dark eyes, which looked deep and lifeless.

At that moment, Nathael’s Adam’s apple bobbed, as if he wanted to speak. His eyes even shimmered at the sight of her.

Maggie felt a bitter pang at that instant.

Although he had made her cry multiple times today, he managed to make her feel like the villain.

He’s a cr*ok!

He’s just been manipulating me and taking advantage of my kindness.

Silently, Maggie entered the room after opening the door. Nathael stared at her back before following her in.

Maggie washed her face in the bathroom, tied up her hair, then returned to the living room with the medicine box.

Without meeting his gaze, she coldly ordered, “Let me see your hand.”

Nathael’s pupils were dark as he extended his hand. Their hands brushed lightly–hers warm and delicate, his cool yet sturdy. Maggie examined his injury.

His hands were long and fair, with slender joints; they were perfect for playing the piano.

However, this time, a large, swollen red mark marred the back of his hand. Though there was no blood, his ‘self–inflicted‘ injury brought tears to Maggie’s eyes.

Nathael remained silent. He was rarely so cooperative.

did Maggie softly inquire, “Does it hurt?”

all.” Sensing her shift in mood, Nathael spoke

looked up at him and cried,

welling in her eyes. She was unsure if it was due to the injustice she faced

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tears. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked, “Do you feel

Maggie coldly replied, “No, I’m

words, Nathael fell silent, his

lips pursed. She then retreated to the bathroom

and dark–eyed. He was clearly

floor–to–ceiling window to make a phone call.

or I will take matters into

“Understood.”

ending the call, Nathael stood by the window and lit up a

control. Nevertheless, he couldn’t hold back when he

on the coffee table. He picked them up and glanced through them, realizing they were all transfer contracts for assets. Each contract had sticky notes

was gentle yet

not

at the words for a long time before forcing himself to look away and focus on the

the blank spaces of the sticky notes for two of them before closing them slowly and placing them

of the bathroom, ignoring him as

residence

walked to the kitchen door. He leaned against it as he watched her get

with the dark night outside

but she

two plates of pasta. Nathael looked at the poached egg on his plate and couldn’t heln but think of the heart–chaned noached poo she had ordered for him

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it heart–shaped?” Nathael looked at Maggie, who was busy eating, with a

I didn’t kick him out only because he saved my

been too nice to him that he thinks I’m a

what a normal poached