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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?”

silent. Instead, she rose and knelt on the edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist, burying her small face against him.

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

her

her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive.

dislike rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed,

just not venturing out in the rain. But she likes

It Makes

one were to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely

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

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

an oppressive

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

remained silent, allowing her to

sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating

and embraced his neck. She asked.gently,

over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with her gesture.

than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist

hand, raising an eyebrow, and

sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my

and intense, unable to

looked at her seriously and responded with

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

guard. He

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

sparkled, and she

said softly. Her

In the past, he would only give her a restrained

arms.

become a

her attachment to him.

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Makes

but because