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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.

blankly at the latte art on her coffee.

never truly understood him, unaware of his preferences and habits. Despite living together for quite some time in their past lives, they had

self–proclaimed closeness only bring him more

for the first time since her rebirth,

coffee shop until the

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the

meeting, Nathael glanced at his silent phone with

Why hasn’t she found me

at Maggie’s number, Nathael placed his phone back on the

seat and strolled to the floor–to–ceiling window. He lit a cigarette and held it between his lips.

he wanted her to pay more attention to him, he would have to endure the longing and desire. Otherwise, once she felt her

his throat subtly constricting. The situation was progressing

knocked on the door. “Mr. Harris, Ms. Bray would like

loosen the tie around his neck, displaying an apparent

said it’s about

Nathael responded, “Let her

Beth was ushered in by Alex. She paused in her tracks, gazing

He st

waist, and

step alreath.

pure. You heard what she said today. I just want to advise you. Having some fun is fine, but don’t get too invested.

the cigarette from his mouth, walked to the ashtray on the table, extinguished it, then looked at Beth and said in a deep

eyes were dark, dangerous, sharp,

met his gaze, her heart involuntarily tightened, and a sense of fear

worthy of

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

that statement, all of Beth’s

excitement following suit. But Nathael never indulged in such things. He was part of this

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had grown up with him, and over the years, she had never seen him waste so much time on any woman, nor

the first time, she heard such