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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?”

edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist, burying her small face against him. Her eyes were

momentarily. He looked at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft hair. He

softly, her voice

help but tighten her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a dream, which was truly

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

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

Makes My

rainy days, it likely started with

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

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

like an oppressive and despairing nightmare.

the noisy

to cling to

profound sorrow and grief emanating from

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

some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with her

hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist complimenting, “You’re

her mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow,

into a sly smile as she whispered, “It makes

dark and intense,

and responded with

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

caught off guard. He stumbled

he managed to say, but his hands were on her thigh.

eyes sparkled, and she blinked

softly. Her voice

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

arms.

had become

his warmth, but she also resented her attachment to him. Sometimes, the

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