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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?”

edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist,

resist gently

her voice somewhat muffled.

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

days,” Maggie/softly

not venturing out in the rain. But she

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to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely

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

her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt

like an oppressive and despairing

not hear anything else due to the noisy rain.

allowing her to

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

embraced his neck. She asked.gently,

pondering over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly

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

removed her mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow,

into a sly smile as

nard. His eyes were dark and intense, unable to contain his

with

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

was caught off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching

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

and she blinked

softly. Her voice was sweet and

only give her a restrained kiss or hold her tightly in

arms.

become

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

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him, but because she hated that side of