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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?”

the bed. She reached out

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

responded softly, her

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

Maggie/softly

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

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to rainy days, it

The torrential rain seemed to wash away all the malevolence, drowning out her anguished

the scars crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days.

an oppressive and despairing

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

remained silent, allowing her to cling to him in

sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating from her–the emotions he had

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

pondering over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly

him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it

removed her mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow, and asked, “How handsome?”

as she whispered, “It

dark and intense, unable to contain his

her seriously and responded with his low

onto him. She wrapped her arms around his

guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching

but his hands were on

sparkled, and she

softly. Her voice was sweet and irresistible.

past, he would only give her a restrained

arms.

become a habit.

his warmth, but she also resented her attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she missed him, the more hostile

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not because of him, but because she hated that