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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?”

Instead, she rose and knelt on the edge of the bed. She reached out to

Maggie, unable to resist gently

her voice somewhat muffled.

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

dislike rainy days,” Maggie/softly

days, just not venturing out in the rain.

Makes My

one were to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely started with

face, it was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to wash away all the malevolence, drowning out her anguished screams.

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

oppressive

rainy days. When it 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 daily

to cling to him in

sorrow and grief emanating from her–the emotions he had

and embraced his neck. She

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

bed, taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then

raising an eyebrow, and asked,

smile as she whispered, “It makes my heart flutter.”

nard. His eyes were dark and intense,

seriously and responded with

She wrapped her arms around his neck

caught off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively

managed to say, but his hands were on her

eyes sparkled, and she blinked innocently.

softly. Her voice was

her. In the past, he would only give

arms.

become a habit.

her attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she missed him,

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Makes

because she