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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 edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist, burying her small face against him. Her eyes

Maggie, unable to resist gently

Maggie responded softly, her voice somewhat muffled.

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

rainy days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding

not venturing out in the rain.

81 It Makes My Heart

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

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

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

like an oppressive

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

to cling to him in

sorrow and grief emanating from her–the emotions he had never encountered

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

sleep, pondering over some matters, 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,

raising an eyebrow, and asked,

sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my heart

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

with

onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs.

guard. He

on her thigh. Her dress rode up, exposing her

eyes sparkled, and

softly. Her voice was sweet and irresistible.

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

arms.

had become

also resented her attachment to him.

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but because she hated that