Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Chapter 66 You Really Want to Pick a Fight, Huht

Nathael chuckled, then he gently pinched her chin and passionately kissed her lips.

“You really want to pick a fight, huh?”

Maggie was taken aback. Before she could swallow the egg in her mouth, he had taken half of it. Her cheeks flushed red.

“H–Hey!”

Maggie never anticipated such a bold move from him. She felt like she was melting; even her hand holding the plate began to tremble as she suddenly felt weak.

Nathael had no intention to let her get away. He took the plate from her hand and placed it on the dining table. Without waiting for Maggie’s response, he lifted her up, pushed her against the table, and kissed her deeply.

Maggie’s breath quickened. She instinctively tried to pull back, but Nathael drew closer, leaving her with

no escape.

Perhaps sensing her tension, Nathael softened his approach, causing Maggie to relax compared to her earlier stiffness in the car.

As she gazed at his handsome face inches away from hers, her eyes involuntarily shut, and she reciprocated.

After a moment, Maggie’s phone abruptly rang, shattering the silence.

Maggie slowly opened her dazed eyes, feeling wobbly.

Only then did Nathael regain some composure. He reluctantly kissed her neck and huskily murmured, “Tastes good.”

Maggie’s eyelashes fluttered. Her eyes were hazy, and her lips were tingling and numb.

Blushing, she pushed him away. After jumping off the table hastily, she straightened her disheveled clothes and walked to the living room while casually answering the phone. “Hello.”

As she spoke, Maggie noticed her hoarse voice.

When are you

phone number belonged to Olivia, but

wall clock, Maggie/saw it was ten o’clock

likely restless and awaiting updates, hence the urgency.

I’ll be back

to respond, she ended the

66 You Really Want to Pick a Fight,

of crimson on his usually pale

Nathael’s gaze locked onto

Maggie forced herself to look away, feeling as if she was engaged in a forbidden

a scoundrel who was fleeing

thoughts. This was Nathael, the man who had spanked

stolen

that realization, any lingering reluctance in Maggie’s heart vanished, and she turned to head

casual look, foregoing a tie and leaving a few buttons on his shirt collar undone. He exuded a more

in a low voice. He behaved as if the earlier passion had been stored away

protest, but as she settled into the car and observed the familiar surroundings, a dull ache from the spanking carlier resurfaced. She instantly

minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the Camerons‘

She was about to exit the car when Nathael pulled her back. He gazed at her with. dark eyes and remarked, “Ms. Adam, if you find me attractive, just say so. Why go

to her attempt to find an escort that looked like him at Crimson Grove, Maggie blushed as she retorted, “Nathael, have some decency!”

out of the car and walked

his lips. He only relaxed his expression once the woman had vanished into the night. In a deep voice, he inquired, “How did

“I did a thorough investigation this time. I found out that the Camerons

“They seem to be

lost in thought. After a moment, he instructed,

residence, Maggie encountered Joseph waiting

floor.

light, Joseph stood by the window as before. Spotting Maggie’s return, he

the man who

NU, TO

Want to Pick a Fight,

coldly and replied, “That’s none