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Chapter 88 Don’t Call Me Like That

After Beth left. Maggie remained seated for quite some time.

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It seemed Beth hadn’t realized that, despite everything she had said that day, nothing was as hurtful as her final boastful remark aimed at Maggie.

Maggie set down her coffee, her interest waning. She felt as though something was blocking her chest, leaving her with no appetite at all.

She understood that Beth’s final remark was merely a result of her losing the previous confrontation, failing to gain any advantages, and thus attempting to save face by asserting that she understood Nathael better than Maggie.

However, to Maggie, that sentence felt like a needle piercing her heart.

Seafood allergy!

It seemed absurd that during the past life she had spent living with him, she had been entirely unaware.

I don’t know him at all, not even his basic habits and health conditions.

Suddenly, Maggie recalled the last time she had prepared the seafood curry for him. Initially, he hesitated. to cat it, only doing so after her encouragement. Besides, she remembered noticing small red spots on the back of his hand after he washed the dishes.

At that

she had never considered that those spots were not from a mosquito bite, but due to his seafood allergy.

At that moment, Maggie felt an overwhelming sense of despair and confusion.

Am I truly deserving of being with him?

Am I truly worthy of his affection?

Regardless of past lives, even in this life, her treatment of him was far from pure.

Her heart, long turned pitch black and riddled with scars, had long been filled with hatred and power. She refused to accept that her once genuine feelings had been trampled upon, nor could she accept that others had deceived her in her past life.

She yearned to claim everything from the Camerons, seeking revenge on all those who had wronged her.

staring blankly at the latte art

unaware of his preferences and habits. Despite living together for quite some time in their

self–proclaimed closeness only bring him

ached, feeling Jost and indecisive for the

in the coffee shop until the sun

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on the

day’s final meeting, Nathael glanced at

she supposed to be using him? Why hasn’t she found me

number, Nathael placed his phone back on the table

rose from his seat and strolled to the floor–to–ceiling window. He lit a cigarette and held it between his lips. He looked cold and stubborn.

to endure the longing and desire. Otherwise, once she felt her objective was accomplished, she would likely

throat subtly constricting. The situation was progressing differently than

the door. “Mr. Harris, Ms. Bray would like to see you.”

he raised a hand to loosen the tie around his neck,

hesitated briefly before speaking again, “She said it’s about

silence, Nathael responded,

Beth was ushered in by Alex. She paused in her tracks, gazing at the man standing. before the window,

He st

narrow waist, and slim hips, exuding charm with each

step alreath.

moment before speaking. “Maggie’s intentions towards you are far. from pure. You heard what she said today.

walked to the ashtray on the table, extinguished it, then looked at Beth and said in

dark, dangerous, sharp, and

his gaze, her heart involuntarily tightened, and

so great about Maggie? She’s not worthy of you at all.

I don’t have enough of what she wants from me. I’m willing to give it as long as

that statement, all of Beth’s illusions were shattered.

excitement following suit. But Nathael never indulged in such

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years, she had never seen him waste so much time on any woman, nor had she seen him engage in

she heard such words