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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?”

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

looked at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft

her voice

eyes, she couldn’t help but tighten her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was

days,” Maggie/softly expressed,

used to adore rainy days, just not venturing out

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to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely

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

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

an oppressive and

else due to the noisy rain. For a blind

allowing her to cling to him in

sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating from her–the emotions he had never encountered before.

up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you asleep?

over some matters, Nathael responded

in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to

raising an eyebrow, and

sly smile as

swallowed nard. His eyes were dark and intense, unable

seriously and responded with his

around his neck and her legs. around

off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching

but his hands were on her thigh.

and she blinked innocently.

Her voice was sweet

her. In the past, he would only give her a restrained kiss or hold her tightly

arms.

had become a habit.

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

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him, but because