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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?”

and knelt on the edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist, burying her small face against him. Her eyes were moist.

Maggie, unable to resist

responded softly, her voice somewhat

her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All

dislike rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed,

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

It Makes My

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

her eyes and scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The torrential rain

her 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 of everything she had endured

an oppressive

could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a

to cling to

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

her head, stood up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently,

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

taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to

her mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow,

smile as

were dark and intense,

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

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

was caught off guard. He

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

and she

softly. Her voice was sweet and irresistible.

the past, he would only give her a restrained kiss

arms.

had become

warmth, but she also resented her attachment to him.

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because of him, but because she hated that side of herself.