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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?”

reached out to embrace his waist, burying her small face against him. Her eyes were moist.

to resist gently stroking her soft

softly, her voice somewhat muffled.

his body. He

days,” Maggie/softly expressed, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

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

It Makes

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

day Sierra blinded her eyes and scarred her face, it was pouring rain. The

would itch and ache uncontrollably on rainy days. It would tempt her to scratch and remind

oppressive and

it rained, she could not hear anything else due to the

silent, allowing her to cling to

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

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

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

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

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

sly smile as she whispered, “It makes my heart

swallowed nard. His eyes were dark and intense,

and responded with his low voice, “Don’t

stop, Maggie leapt onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her

caught off guard. He stumbled

hands were on her thigh. Her dress

and

me,” she said softly. Her

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

arms.

had become

attachment to him. Sometimes, the

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Makes My Heart’Flutter

because of him, but because she