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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?”

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 moist.

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

Maggie responded softly, her voice somewhat muffled.

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

rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

venturing out in the rain. But she

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

her face, it was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to wash away all the malevolence,

wounds gradually healed, the scars crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt

like an oppressive and despairing nightmare.

else due to the noisy rain.

to cling to him in

emanating from her–the emotions

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

over some matters, Nathael responded

the bed, taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it

raising an eyebrow, and asked,

into a sly smile as she whispered, “It makes

were dark and

looked at her seriously and responded with his low voice, “Don’t tease me.”

to stop, Maggie leapt onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs. around his

was caught off guard. He stumbled back,

his hands were on her thigh. Her dress rode

eyes sparkled, and she blinked

Her voice was sweet

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

arms.

had become

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

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him, but because she