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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 to embrace his waist, burying her small face against him. Her eyes

momentarily. He looked at Maggie, unable to resist

her voice somewhat muffled.

the warmth of his body. He was

Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

out in the

Makes My Heart

one were to trace her aversion to rainy days,

day Sierra blinded her eyes and scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to wash

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

oppressive and despairing nightmare.

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

remained silent, allowing her to cling

profound sorrow and grief emanating from

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

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,

mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow, and asked,

smile as

were dark and

her seriously and responded with his low voice,

arms around his neck and her legs. around his waist like a

off guard. He

his hands were on

eyes sparkled, and she blinked

me,” she said softly. Her voice was sweet and irresistible.

would only give her a restrained kiss or hold her tightly

arms.

had become a habit.

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

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but because she hated that side of herself.