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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?”

silent. Instead, she rose and knelt on the edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his

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

softly, her voice

grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was

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

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, it

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

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

oppressive

anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind

her to cling

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

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

pondering over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly

in her hands and

hand, raising an eyebrow, and asked,

as she whispered, “It makes

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

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

wrapped her arms around his neck and her

He stumbled back, instinctively

say, but his hands were on her thigh. Her dress rode

eyes sparkled, and

said softly. Her voice was

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

arms.

become a habit.

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

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because she hated