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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

to resist gently stroking her soft hair. He said,

responded softly, her

of his body. He was unharmed and

Maggie/softly expressed,

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

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her aversion to rainy days, it likely started with Sierra

day Sierra blinded her eyes and scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The torrential rain

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

an oppressive and

the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to see or hear exacerbates

to cling

grief emanating

up from the bed, and embraced his neck.

responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with her

face in her hands and then playfully squeezed

an eyebrow, and asked,

lips curled into a sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my

His eyes were dark and intense, unable

looked at her seriously and responded with his low voice,

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

He stumbled back,

hands were on her

eyes sparkled, and she blinked innocently.

Her

he would only give her a

arms.

had become a habit.

him. Sometimes, the more she missed him, the more hostile she

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of him, but because she hated that side of herself.