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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?”

She reached out to embrace

unable to resist

Maggie responded softly, her voice

she couldn’t help but tighten her grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He was unharmed and alive. All of

dislike rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

venturing out in the rain. But she

Makes

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

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

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

an oppressive

else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the

silent, allowing her to cling to

grief emanating from

and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t you asleep? Why

over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy

face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center, unable to resist complimenting, “You’re

hand, raising an eyebrow, and

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

His eyes were dark and intense, unable

at her seriously and responded with his

onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and

off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching her.

hands were on her thigh.

sparkled, and she blinked innocently.

she said softly. Her voice was sweet and

the past, he would only give her a restrained kiss or

arms.

had become a habit.

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

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81 It Makes My Heart’Flutter

because of him, but because she hated that