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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?”

the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist, burying her

to resist

responded softly, her voice

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

rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

to adore rainy days, just not venturing out in the rain. But she likes to enjoy a

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days, it likely started with Sierra disfiguring her

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

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

like an oppressive and despairing

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

allowing her to

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

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

responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with

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,

as

His eyes were dark and intense, unable to contain his

with his low

her arms around his neck and her legs. around his waist like a koala.

was caught off guard. He stumbled back, instinctively catching

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

eyes sparkled, and she

she said softly. Her voice was sweet and irresistible.

hug her. In the past, he would only give

arms.

had become

attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she missed

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of him, but because she