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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 small face against him. Her

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

her voice somewhat

He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not

Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

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

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her aversion to rainy days, it likely

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

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

like an oppressive and despairing

the noisy

her to

sorrow and grief emanating from her–the emotions

stood up from the bed, and embraced his neck.

matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with her gesture.

bed, taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it

an eyebrow,

a sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my

nard. His eyes were dark and intense, unable to contain

and responded with his low

wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs. around

caught off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively

but his hands were on her thigh. Her dress

sparkled, and she blinked

softly. Her voice was sweet and irresistible.

him to hug her. In the past, he would only give her a restrained kiss or hold her

arms.

become a habit.

her attachment to him.

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because of him, but because