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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?”

reached out to

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

Maggie responded softly, her voice

of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a dream, which was truly comforting.

dislike rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat

adore rainy days, just not venturing out

It Makes My Heart

rainy days, it likely started with Sierra disfiguring

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

healed, the scars crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and remind her of everything she had endured that

like an oppressive and despairing

When it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the

to cling to him in

grief emanating from her–the emotions he had

bed, and embraced his neck.

pondering over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling

face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist

raising an

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

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

her seriously and responded with his low voice, “Don’t

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

He stumbled back, instinctively

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

eyes sparkled, and she blinked

said softly. Her

In the past, he would only

arms.

had become a habit.

her attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she missed him,

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him, but because she hated that side of