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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

to resist gently

her voice somewhat muffled.

He was unharmed and

dislike rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

adore rainy days, just not venturing out in the

Makes My

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

pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to

the scars crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days.

an oppressive

the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to see or hear exacerbates

remained silent, allowing her to cling to

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

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

responded

than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed

hand, raising an

sly smile as

His eyes were dark and intense, unable to

and responded with his

him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs. around his

He stumbled back, instinctively catching

say, but his hands were on her

sparkled, and she blinked

Her voice was sweet

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

arms.

had become a habit.

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

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him, but because