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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?”

remained silent. Instead, she rose and knelt on the edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist, burying her

at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft hair. He said,

softly, her voice

eyes, she couldn’t help but tighten her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a

days,” Maggie/softly expressed,

used to adore rainy days, just not venturing out in

81 It Makes My

rainy days, it likely started with Sierra

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

healed, the scars crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch

an oppressive and

it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the noisy

silent, allowing her to cling to

sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating from

embraced his neck.

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

the bed, taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist complimenting, “You’re truly handsome.”

raising an eyebrow, and asked, “How

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

were dark and intense, unable to contain his desire.

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

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

was caught off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching her.

hands were on her thigh. Her dress rode up, exposing

and she blinked

said softly. Her voice was

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

arms.

had become a

also resented her attachment to him. Sometimes, the

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him, but because she