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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?”

and knelt on the edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist, burying

to resist

Maggie responded softly, her voice

she couldn’t help but tighten her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this

Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

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

It Makes

rainy days, it likely started with

and scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to wash

on rainy days. It would tempt

an oppressive and

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

allowing her to cling to

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

head, stood up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you

couldn’t sleep, pondering over some matters, Nathael responded

She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center,

mischievous hand, raising an

lips curled into a sly smile as she whispered,

His eyes were dark and intense, unable to contain his desire.

and responded with his

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

was caught off guard. He stumbled back,

his hands were on

and she blinked

me,” she said softly. Her voice was

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

arms.

become a

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

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It Makes My Heart’Flutter

because she