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,” Maggie

the window, wearing a loose–fitting t–shirt, exposing her two slender and symmetrical legs. Her bare feet,

of his cold expression last time that made her a little scared, or maybe it was the burning sensation

there was still a sense of anticipation, as if it was trying to break free from the constraints of the night, becoming a sprout soaked in rainwater,

voice, with a deep and clean tone that sounded

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want to see?

to see about me?

unfinished projects, then called Henry and signed a few documents before finally getting some

dark and dense, pouring rain weaving

night, and the

imagine what she looked like at this moment, probably in a warm room wrapped in a

he missed

the past. He always seemed

didn’t hesitate to push aside his work and endure an hour–long journey on a

arrived. Maggie was still awake.

hadn’t seen each other for a few days, or maybe because their last

the rainy night, with water stains

it hard for her to resist.

Behind

warmth.

arranged his slippers, muttering, “You said. you were just here to take

said in a deep voice, “I’m going to take a shower.”

heavy, and even though

with

power over people’s hearts was always particularly terrifying. Perhaps

up on the sofa to review the

to her name:

with the Herschire Cultural Park, the school graduation project, and a few private

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