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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 were moist.

He looked at Maggie, unable to resist

Maggie responded softly, her

her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of this was not a dream, which was truly comforting.

dislike rainy days,” Maggie/softly

used to adore rainy days, just not venturing out

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to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely started with Sierra

The torrential rain

on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch

an oppressive

days. When it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a

to cling to

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

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

matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling

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

removed her mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow,

as she whispered, “It

nard. His eyes were dark and

responded with his low voice,

She wrapped her arms around his neck

was caught off guard. He stumbled

hands were on her thigh. Her

sparkled, and she blinked

softly. Her voice was sweet and

he would only give her a restrained

arms.

become a

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

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him, but because she