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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?”

She reached out to embrace his waist, burying her small face against him. Her eyes were moist.

looked at Maggie, unable to resist gently

her voice somewhat muffled.

the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a

Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

rainy days, just not venturing out in the

Makes My Heart

one were to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely started with Sierra disfiguring

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

uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and remind her of

oppressive and despairing nightmare.

she could not hear anything else due to the noisy

allowing her to cling to him in

profound sorrow and grief emanating from her–the emotions he

up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you asleep? Why did you suddenly

responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy

She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist complimenting, “You’re

an eyebrow, and asked, “How handsome?”

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

His eyes were dark and

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

him. She wrapped her arms around

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

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

eyes sparkled, and she blinked innocently.

me,” she said softly. Her voice was sweet

her. In the past, he would only

arms.

had become a

him. Sometimes, the

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him, but because she hated that side of herself.