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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 waist, burying her small face against

at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft

her voice

the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was

days,” Maggie/softly

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

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days, it

was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to wash away all

crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and remind her of everything she had endured

like an oppressive and

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

her to cling to him

inexplicably, he sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating from her–the

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

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

and then

an eyebrow, and asked, “How handsome?”

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

were dark and intense, unable to

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

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

He stumbled back, instinctively catching

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

and she blinked innocently.

said softly. Her voice was sweet and

the past, he would only give her a restrained

arms.

had become a habit.

also resented her attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she missed him, the more hostile

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of him, but because