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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?”

silent. Instead, she rose and knelt on the edge of the bed. She reached out to embrace his waist, burying her small face against

Maggie, unable to resist

Maggie responded softly, her voice

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

Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat

she used to adore rainy days, just not venturing out in the

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to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely started

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

uncontrollably on rainy days. It would

oppressive and despairing nightmare.

to the noisy rain.

remained silent, allowing her to cling to

he sensed the profound sorrow and grief emanating from

the bed, and embraced his neck. She asked.gently, “Aren’t

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

mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow,

as

and

looked at her seriously and responded with his

her arms around his

He stumbled back, instinctively catching her.

on her thigh. Her dress rode up, exposing her

eyes sparkled, and she blinked

she said softly. Her

him to hug her. In the past, he would only give her

arms.

had become a

but she also resented her attachment to him. Sometimes,

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because she hated that