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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, burying her small face against

unable to resist gently stroking her soft hair. He

her voice somewhat

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

rainy days,” Maggie/softly

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

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were to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely

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

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

an oppressive and

the noisy rain. For

allowing her to

and grief emanating from her–the

the bed, and embraced his neck.

couldn’t sleep, pondering over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with

beside the bed, taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed

an eyebrow, and

a sly smile as she

His eyes were dark and intense, unable

looked at her seriously and responded with his low

to stop, Maggie leapt onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs. around his waist

was caught off guard. He stumbled

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

and she blinked innocently.

Her voice was

her. In the past, he would only give

arms.

become a

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

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but because she hated that side of herself.