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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.

the

of his preferences and habits. Despite living together

my self–proclaimed closeness only bring him more trouble?

indecisive for the

coffee shop until the sun had set before finally rising

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the other side.

Nathael glanced at his silent phone with a dark gaze.

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

his phone back on the table and left it untouched.

window. He lit a cigarette and

have to endure the longing and desire. Otherwise, once she felt

lowered his gaze, his throat subtly constricting. The situation was progressing differently than he expected, causing him some frustration.

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

eyes darkened as he raised a hand to loosen the tie around his neck, displaying an apparent lack of patience. “I don’t want to see her.”

“She said it’s about Ms.

silence, Nathael responded, “Let her in.”

her tracks, gazing

He st

a narrow waist,

step alreath.

a moment before speaking. “Maggie’s intentions towards you are far. from pure. You heard what she said today. I just want to advise you. Having some fun is fine, but don’t get too

the cigarette from his mouth, walked to the ashtray on the table, extinguished it, then looked at Beth and said in a deep voice, “Since when did you

dangerous, sharp,

his gaze, her heart involuntarily tightened, and a

“What’s so great about Maggie? She’s not worthy of you at all. Since approaching you, every

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

that statement, all of Beth’s illusions

But Nathael never indulged in such things. He

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with him, and over the years, she had never seen him waste so

the first time, she heard