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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?”

reached out to embrace his waist,

Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft

Maggie responded softly, her voice somewhat

of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a

days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

reality, she used to adore rainy days, just not venturing out in the

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rainy days, it likely started

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

as 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

an oppressive and despairing

due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to see or

her to cling to him in

sorrow and grief emanating from her–the emotions he had never encountered

neck. She

couldn’t sleep, pondering over some matters, Nathael responded gently,

his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist

her mischievous hand, raising an

a sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my

and intense, unable to contain his

seriously and responded with his low voice, “Don’t tease

leapt onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs. around

caught off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively

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

eyes sparkled, and she blinked innocently.

Her voice was

only give her a restrained

arms.

become a

warmth, but she also resented her attachment to him. Sometimes, the

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because she hated that side of herself.