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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 him. Her eyes were moist.

He looked at Maggie, unable to resist gently stroking her soft hair.

softly, her voice

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

Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

not venturing out in

Makes

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

her eyes and scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The

her wounds gradually healed, the scars crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her

an oppressive and

not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability to see or hear exacerbates

remained silent, allowing her to cling

and grief emanating from her–the emotions he

his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you asleep? Why did you suddenly

Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly

him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist complimenting, “You’re truly handsome.”

an eyebrow, and asked, “How handsome?”

as she

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

seriously and responded with his low

her arms around

guard. He

but his hands were on her thigh. Her dress rode

eyes sparkled, and she blinked innocently.

me,” she said softly. Her voice was

wanted him to hug her. In the past, he would only give her a restrained kiss

arms.

had become a habit.

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

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because she hated