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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?”

of the bed. She reached out to

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

softly, her voice

He was

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

venturing out in

81 It Makes My Heart

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

eyes and scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to

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

an oppressive

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

to cling to

profound sorrow and grief emanating from her–the

bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t

over some matters, Nathael responded gently,

hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist complimenting, “You’re truly

raising an eyebrow, and

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

His eyes were dark and

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

arms around his neck and her

He stumbled back, instinctively catching her.

were on her

eyes sparkled, and

Her voice

only give her a restrained kiss or hold

arms.

become a

to him. Sometimes, the more she missed him, the more hostile she became.

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Makes My Heart’Flutter

because she hated that side of herself.