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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

at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft hair. He said, “It’s okay.”

softly, her voice

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

rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

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

It Makes My

days, it likely started with Sierra disfiguring

was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to wash away all the malevolence, drowning out her anguished screams.

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

oppressive and

liked rainy days. When it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the

allowing her to cling to him in

and grief emanating from her–the emotions he

lifted her head, stood up from the bed, and embraced his neck.

responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with her gesture.

face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards

hand, raising an eyebrow, and

curled into a sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my heart flutter.”

and intense, unable

looked at her seriously and responded with his low voice,

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

off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching

on her thigh.

sparkled, and

she said softly. Her voice

would only

arms.

become a habit.

her attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she

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not because of him, but because she hated that side