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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 her small

unable to resist gently stroking her soft hair.

softly, her voice

his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a

days,” Maggie/softly

reality, she used to adore rainy days, just not venturing out in the

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were to trace her aversion to rainy days, it

The torrential rain seemed to wash away all the malevolence,

on rainy days. It would

like an oppressive and despairing nightmare.

days. When it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to see or hear exacerbates the challenges of daily

to cling to him

he sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating

up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you asleep? Why did

sleep, pondering over some matters, Nathael responded

the bed, taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully

hand, raising an eyebrow, and asked, “How

as she whispered, “It makes

nard. His eyes were dark and intense, unable to

responded with his low voice, “Don’t

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

off guard. He stumbled back,

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

sparkled, and she blinked

Her voice was sweet

he would only give her a restrained kiss

arms.

become a habit.

but she also resented her attachment to him. Sometimes,

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him, but because she hated that side of herself.