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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?”

the bed. She reached out to embrace his

resist gently stroking her

softly, her

feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed

days,” Maggie/softly

adore rainy days, just not venturing out in the rain.

It Makes My

trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely started with

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

scars crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and remind her of

oppressive and despairing

not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to

to cling to him

sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating from her–the emotions he had

head, stood up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you

couldn’t sleep, pondering over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy

him. She cupped his face in her hands and

mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow, and asked,

into a sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my

nard. His eyes were dark and intense, unable to

seriously and responded with his low voice, “Don’t tease me.”

arms around his

off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching

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

eyes sparkled, and

softly. Her voice

the past, he would only give her a restrained kiss or

arms.

had become

him. Sometimes,

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him, but because she hated that side of herself.