Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Chapter 115 To Mr Harris

Nathael’s expression visibly darkened as he stared intently at Maggie. With a cold smirk on his face, he taunted. “Ms. Adam’s tactics seem to be increasing by the day.”

The apology that was on the tip of Maggie’s tongue was swallowed back, choked up by that remark.

This man started to address her as ‘Ms. Adam‘ again.

But even though it’s the same title, it doesn’t sound the same.

Maggie curved her eyes, her smile more sardonic than sincere. “My tactics have always been varied; Mr. Harris is hardly new to this.”

Stung by the comeback, Nathael pursed his lips as he glared at her with inscrutable eyes.

Maggie wasn’t intimidated. She said softly, “Mr. Harris, aren’t you going to change your clothes? Or, would you like me to help?”

She watched him with a half–smile on her face. There was a hint of annoyance; unlike her usual indifference, she was on alert and ready to strike.

The flight attendant quickly came over to assist Nathael with his clothing.

Nathael thanked her, then stood up with a somber expression.

A few minutes later, Maggie saw him return in a different outfit, having swapped his suit for a white shirt and black trousers, a more casual look that seemed more relaxed.

Maggie smacked her lips. She still had the sunglasses on, as if she hadn’t noticed his return.

A fair and slender hand passed a paper bag to her.

Maggie paused briefly. Her gaze followed the hand to Nathael’s face.

What is this?

Is this a gift?

“Ms. Adam seems not to be planning to take responsibility, Nathael said in a deep voice as he placed the paper bag on the table in front of Maggie.

Maggie smiled and looked at Nathael. She asked, “What do you want me to take responsibility for?”

Nathael scoffed coldly. “Use your brain.”

After he spoke, he picked up the book he had been reading before and continued to flip through it.

Maggie bit her lip. She cast a glance inside the paper bag to find his recently changed clothes neatly folded and kept inside.

let outa sigh. She placed the bag at her feet,

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idea that a man like Nathael would be

making things

sleep and meal, Maggie was bored and unable to watch a movie because of the discomfort Nathael’s

drawing book and started to sketch her designs. Then, she continued

she couldn’t help but glance at

were noticeably thinner than when they boarded the

she sketched a rough outline of

design line had some drawing talent. Despite not being serious, the sketch quickly

thing was the resemblance. With just a few strokes, it managed to make others immediately associate the person

strokes, since Maggie had nothing better to do, she began to write.

filled the paper with

remained calm as she tore a page from her sketchbook and folded it.

couldn’t help but glance over and meet Maggie’s concerned

apology, and showed rare tenderness. She

gaze, not expecting any good intentions

glint sparkled in her eyes.

times.

book, but he absent–mindedly watched

off a piece of paper and folded it into an envelope, presumably sensing his gaze. She then stuffed the previously drawn piece

To Mr. Harris

glimpse of the word “Harris” from the corner of his

It’s for me?

still has

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slowly placed the letter aside. She turned on the TV again

on their task now shouldn’t be her.

a dozen minutes, but there was no sign from Maggie

letter.

couldn’t help but close his book, order a cup of coffee, and make some

the movie with great concentration, her eyes glued to

frowned. He was a

Maggie was still watching

coffee.

it for me?