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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 embrace his waist, burying her small

at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft

softly, her voice somewhat muffled.

his body. He was

rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

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

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one were to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely started with Sierra disfiguring

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

uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and remind her of everything she

an oppressive

the noisy rain.

remained silent, allowing her to cling to him

inexplicably, he sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating from

her head, stood up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently,

Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly

taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then

her mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow,

curled into a sly smile as

nard. His eyes were dark and intense, unable to contain

with

wrapped her arms around his

guard. He stumbled

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

eyes sparkled, and she blinked innocently.

she said softly. Her

her. In the past, he would only give her

arms.

had become a habit.

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

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of him, but because she