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Chapter 78

Chapter 78 He Missed Her

When those words came out, Maggie was stunned for a few seconds. Meanwhile, Nathael, opposite her, fell silent.

Dmn it! I’m done!

Why do I have such a big mouth?

I dared to make a dominant and influential person in Aquapolis like him kneel to me. Am I crazy?

Without Nathael saying anything, Maggie felt if she would take a mile if she gave her an inch!

“Maggic.”

After a moment of silence, Nathael suddenly chuckled.

“Uhm? What… what’s the matter?” Maggie was a bit uneasy. She felt he might be so angry that he wanted. to kill her.

“Are you at home?” Nathael couldn’t help but light a cigarette. The pale smoke rises, blurring the outline of a man, softening the coldness on his face, showing a hint of indulgence.

“Not really…” Maggie spoke softly, wondering if he was coming over to deal with her.

Nathael chuckled. “Are you scared?”

“No. I’m scared of you actually coming over to kneel before me. Maggie pouted stubbornly.

She couldn’t back down just because of a few words from him.

“Then you wait.” Nathael’s eyes darkened. He took a few deep drags of his cigarette, extinguished it, put on his coat, and walked out.

Maggie was feeling uneasy, so she hurriedly got up from the table and ran to the window, unable to help but say, “Um… it’s raining outside.”

“I know,” Nathael replied in a deep voice without any extra words.

I’m about to sleep,”

slender and symmetrical legs. Her bare feet, now restless, played

little scared, or maybe it was the burning sensation on her bottom that made her feel embarrassed

free from the constraints of the night, becoming a sprout soaked in rainwater, breaking through

voice, with a deep and clean tone that sounded like the most pleasant

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throat tightened. Her

want

good to see

for two unfinished projects, then called Henry and

was dark and dense, pouring

a warm yellow, soft halo in the night, and the whole city seemed

but imagine what she looked like at this moment, probably in a warm room wrapped in a blanket, watching TV or holding a coffee cup while

missed

the past. He always seemed to be thinking about her, but the longing was particularly strong at

aside his work and endure an hour–long journey on a

Maggie was

seen each other for a few days, or maybe because their last encounter ended

the chill of the rainy night, with water stains on his shoulders. His

for her

spoke first. Behind him was the lamp’s warm glow, casting a hint of

warmth.

to make way for him, and arranged his slippers, muttering, “You

in a deep voice, “I’m going to take

though his journey outside

with

she heard the sound of water in the bathroom. Nathael’s power over people’s hearts was always particularly terrifying. Perhaps he sensed her vulnerability, which

then curled up on the sofa to review the assets Ronald had transferred

to her name:

the Herschire Cultural Park, the school graduation project, and a few private projects under Gianna’s name. Maggie was

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He

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