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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?”

bed. She reached out to embrace his

paused momentarily. He looked at Maggie, unable to resist

responded softly, her voice somewhat

tighten her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a

rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat

just not venturing out in the rain. But she likes

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days, it likely started with

rain. The torrential rain seemed to wash away all the malevolence, drowning out

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 had endured that day.

like an oppressive and despairing nightmare.

rained, she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to see or hear exacerbates the challenges of

her to cling to him in

grief emanating from her–the emotions

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

over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling

hands and then playfully

hand, raising an eyebrow, and asked,

sly smile as she whispered, “It

were dark and intense, unable to contain his desire.

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

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

guard. He stumbled back,

were on her thigh. Her dress

and she blinked innocently.

she said softly. Her voice was sweet and

only give her a restrained kiss or

arms.

become a habit.

her attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she

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because she hated