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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?”

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.

paused momentarily. He looked at Maggie, unable to resist

Maggie responded softly, her

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

rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat

venturing out in the rain. But she

It Makes My

one were to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely started

and scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to wash away all the malevolence, drowning out her anguished screams.

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

oppressive and despairing nightmare.

hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to see or

her to cling to him in silence.

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

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

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

removed her mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow,

a sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my heart

swallowed nard. His eyes were dark and intense, unable

and responded with

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

He stumbled back, instinctively

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

eyes sparkled, and she

said softly. Her voice

her. In the past, he would only

arms.

become a

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

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but because