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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?”

remained 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

at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft hair. He said, “It’s okay.”

responded softly, her

her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of

Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat

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

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to rainy days, it likely started with Sierra

scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The torrential

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

oppressive and despairing

she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For

allowing her to

and grief emanating from her–the emotions he had

lifted her head, stood up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you asleep? Why did you suddenly come

couldn’t sleep, pondering over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with

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

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

curled into a sly smile as she whispered, “It

eyes were dark and intense, unable

her seriously and responded with his

arms around his neck and her legs. around his waist like a

He stumbled

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

and she blinked

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

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

arms.

had become a habit.

him. Sometimes, the more she

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because of him, but because she hated that side of