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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?”

bed. She reached out to embrace his

to resist gently stroking her soft hair. He said, “It’s

softly, her voice somewhat muffled.

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

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

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rainy days, it likely

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

face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and

like an oppressive and despairing

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

silent, allowing her to cling

grief emanating from her–the emotions

his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you asleep? Why did you

Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with her gesture.

cupped his face in her hands and then playfully

mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow, and asked,

as she whispered, “It makes my heart flutter.”

dark and intense, unable to contain his

seriously and responded with his low voice,

him. She wrapped her arms around his neck

caught off guard. He stumbled back,

say, but his hands were on her

and

softly. Her voice was sweet and irresistible.

he would only give her a restrained kiss or hold her

arms.

become a habit.

she also resented her attachment to him. Sometimes,

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because she hated that side of herself.