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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?”

Instead, she rose and knelt on the edge of the bed. She reached out

looked at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her

her voice somewhat muffled.

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

days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

she used to adore rainy days, just not venturing out in the rain. But she likes to enjoy a cup of

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rainy days, it likely started with Sierra disfiguring her

Sierra blinded her eyes and scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to

her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and remind her of everything she had endured that day.

oppressive and despairing nightmare.

When it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to see or hear

silent, allowing her to

sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating from her–the emotions he had never

lifted her head, stood up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t

Nathael responded

beside the bed, taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist complimenting, “You’re truly

mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow, and asked,

into a sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my heart flutter.”

nard. His eyes were dark and intense, unable

at her seriously and responded with his low voice, “Don’t

around his neck and her legs. around his waist

He stumbled back, instinctively catching her.

hands were on her

and she blinked innocently.

me,” she said softly. Her voice was sweet and

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

arms.

had become

attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she missed him,

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of him, but because she hated