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Chapter 81 It Makes My Heart Flutter

A loud noise erupted at that moment, accompanied by flames, thick smoke, and debris flying through the

air.

Maggie felt almost numb, as if she had been torn apart.

Joseph, that despicable man!

The numbers on the timer had been false from the start. He detonated it prematurely when there were still thirty seconds remaining.

Right from the beginning, he intended to kill both her and Nathael!

Maggie watched in helplessness as the man she had pushed out was blown away. His arm was torn off and covered in blood. At that moment, an indescribable sense of powerlessness pierced her heart.

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Maggie woke up from the nightmare. Her face was pale, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

Perhaps her panicked cry had reached the adjacent room. Before Maggie could gather her thoughts, she heard a faint knock on the door, “Maggie?”

Maggie snapped out of her chaotic memories, staring blankly towards the door, unable to distinguish between past and present.

Perhaps she was worried and afraid that she had disturbed him.

Nathael gently pushed the door open to check on her.

She was still so the bed in her oversized pajamas in the dim light. Her face was pale, and she was lost in thought.

Upon seeing him, a glint appeared in her eyes as she softly uttered, “Mr. Harris.”

Her throat tightened. Her voice was filled with indescribable hoarseness.

Nathael opened the door and poured her a glass of warm water, asking, “Were you dreaming?”

silent. Instead, she rose and knelt on the edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist, burying her small face against him. Her eyes were

He looked at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft hair.

responded softly, her voice somewhat

warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a dream, which

Maggie/softly

adore rainy days, just not venturing out

81 It Makes My Heart

were to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely started with

it was pouring rain. The

itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her

an oppressive and despairing

no longer liked rainy days. When it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind

her to cling

profound sorrow and grief emanating from

from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you asleep? Why did you suddenly

responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with her

and then

an

curled into a sly smile as

and intense, unable to contain his desire.

and responded with his

arms around his neck and her

caught off guard. He stumbled back,

but his hands were on

eyes sparkled, and she blinked innocently.

said softly. Her voice was sweet and

her. In the past, he would only give her a restrained kiss or hold

arms.

become a habit.

resented her attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she missed him, the more hostile she

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not because of him, but because