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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?”

of the bed. She reached out

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

her voice somewhat

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

dislike rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed,

venturing out in the rain.

It Makes My Heart

rainy days, it likely started

it was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to wash away all the

scars crisscrossing her face would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and remind her of everything

like an oppressive and despairing nightmare.

liked rainy days. When it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a blind person, the inability

allowing her to cling to him in

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

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

some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling slightly uneasy with her gesture.

bed, taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and then playfully squeezed it towards the center,

raising an eyebrow, and asked, “How

into a sly smile as she

eyes were dark and intense, unable to

and responded with his low voice, “Don’t

around his neck and her legs. around

He stumbled

managed to say, but his hands were on her thigh. Her

and

she said softly. Her voice was

only give her a restrained kiss or hold her

arms.

had become a

resented her attachment to him. Sometimes, the

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It Makes My Heart’Flutter

because of him, but because she hated that side of