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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.

Maggie softly

Sensing her shift in mood, Nathael spoke gently, dismissing the injury.

looked up at him and cried, “You crok! You manipulated me!”

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

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pulled her into his arms and wiped away her tears. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked, “Do you feel sorry for me?”

Maggie coldly replied, “No, I’m just afraid that I’d be indebted

words, Nathael fell silent, his

pain–relieving medicine for him with her lips pursed. She then retreated to the

He was clearly in a

his frustration, he approached the floor–to–ceiling window

Jordan to discipline his daughter properly, or I will

“Understood.”

Nathael stood by the window

Nevertheless, he couldn’t hold back when he saw her laughing as she chatted with those escorts.

thick stack of documents 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 meticulously detailing the current business situation

most probably a man’s, was gentle yet sharp, clean and

not her handwriting.

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

each contract. He jotted down his opinions on the blank spaces of the sticky notes for two of

came out of the bathroom, ignoring him as she headed to the kitchen to make pasta.

organize those contracts later and rush back to the Camerons‘ residence afterwards. She would

kitchen door. He leaned against it as he watched

heat, the warm light contrasting sharply with the dark night outside the window, adding a

but

minutes, she had made two plates of pasta. Nathael looked at the poached egg on his plate and couldn’t heln but think

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

multiple times today, and I didn’t kick him out only because he saved my life in my previous life. How dare he

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

what a normal poached egg looks