Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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.

NE

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

resist gently

Maggie responded softly, her voice somewhat muffled.

the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was

rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

out in the

81 It Makes My

her aversion to rainy days,

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

itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It

an oppressive and

she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person,

silent, allowing her to cling to him in silence.

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

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

responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with her gesture.

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

an eyebrow, and asked, “How

lips curled into a sly smile as she

and intense, unable to

with his

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

He stumbled back, instinctively catching

but his hands were on her

sparkled, and she

softly. Her voice

to hug her. In the past, he would only give her a restrained kiss or hold her tightly

arms.

become a habit.

attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she

Sat, 18 May .

It Makes

not because of him, but because