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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?”

the edge of the bed. She reached out

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

Maggie responded softly, her voice somewhat

his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a dream, which was truly comforting.

days,” Maggie/softly expressed,

reality, she used to adore rainy days, just not venturing out in the rain. But she likes to enjoy a

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trace her aversion to rainy days,

was pouring rain. The torrential rain

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

like an oppressive and despairing

rainy days. When it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to see or hear exacerbates the

to cling to him in silence.

sorrow and grief emanating from her–the

his neck. She

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

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

raising an eyebrow,

as she whispered, “It makes my

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

looked at her seriously and responded with his low voice, “Don’t tease me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her

guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching her.

but his hands were on her thigh.

eyes sparkled, and she

said softly. Her voice

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

arms.

had become

resented her attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she missed him, the more hostile

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but because she hated that side of