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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?”

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

unable to resist gently stroking her soft hair. He said, “It’s

Maggie responded softly, her voice

warmth of his body. He was

days,” Maggie/softly expressed,

venturing out in the

It Makes My

one were to trace her aversion to rainy days, it likely started with Sierra

was pouring rain. The torrential rain seemed to

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 day.

like an oppressive and despairing nightmare.

she no longer liked rainy days. When it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the noisy rain. For a

her to cling

emanating from her–the emotions he had never

head, stood up from the bed, and embraced his neck. She

sleep, pondering over some matters, Nathael responded gently, feeling

beside the bed, taller than him. She cupped his face in her hands and

her mischievous hand, raising an eyebrow, and asked, “How

as she whispered, “It

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

responded with

her arms around his neck and

was caught off guard. He stumbled

he managed to say, but his hands were on her thigh. Her dress rode up, exposing her

sparkled, and she

she said softly. Her voice was sweet

would only give her

arms.

become

she also resented her attachment to him. Sometimes, the more she missed him, the more hostile she

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because of him, but because she hated that side of herself.