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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?”

reached out to embrace his waist,

looked at Maggie, unable to resist

responded softly, her voice somewhat muffled.

couldn’t help but tighten her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this

dislike rainy days,” Maggie/softly

not venturing out in the rain. But she likes to enjoy

It Makes My

her aversion to rainy days, it

it was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed

crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and remind her

an oppressive

else due to the

remained silent, allowing her to cling to him in

sorrow and grief emanating

from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently,

some matters, Nathael responded

her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards

her mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow, and

smile as

eyes were dark and intense, unable to contain his

her seriously and responded with his

onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her

caught off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching

to say, but his hands were on her thigh. Her

sparkled, and she blinked

softly. Her voice was sweet and

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

arms.

become a habit.

his warmth, but she also resented her attachment to him.

18 May .

81 It Makes My Heart’Flutter

not because of him, but because she hated that side of