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Chapter 159 | Miss You

Because of the anaesthesia, Nathael hadn’t awoken immediately and was transferred to the ICU.

Alex saw Maggie’s call come through but didn’t know how to respond, so he chose not to answer.

After leaving the ICU, Nathael gradually woke up and was finally out of danger.

“Mr. Harris, Ms. Adain has called several times, probably to ask about you, Alex reported, adjusting Nathael’s bed slightly.

Nathael frowned and commanded, “Give me the phone.”

Right then, Maggie’s recent message came in.

Hearing his voice, Maggie’s worried heart finally settled. Her lips pursed slightly, and tears welled up in her

eyes.

“Maggie?” Nathael swallowed, his voice revealing a tinge of anxiety.

Maggie looked down. Maggie hid the tears that were welling–up in her eyes. She grumbled. “I thought you had moved on so quickly!”

Nathael paused, then solemnly replied, “No, there won’t be anyone new.

There was no one in the past and no other woman in the future.

It was always hers.

“So, why were you unreachable for so long?” Maggie wrapped herself in a coat and stepped onto the balcony to continue their conversation.

She didn’t truly blame him; it was just creeping unease and fear that she couldn’t express.

“The adversary created some complications; it took a little extra time,” he explained with a warm voice through the headset. Finding that the sound came from the other end was oddly satisfying.

in the atmosphere

coat tighter around her and sniffled as she spoke,

She was n

separation sweetens romance; she found herself just this once, longing to act crazy

wanted to see him, regardless of the late hour or the distance across the city she

still wanted to see him and embraced him.

to calm the panic and unrest within her

slightly as He said in a

gait tinged with disappointment. Was he already gone?

was a little

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you in the morning: he’s going back to the country for business

mood was naturally soured by

carelessly played with the buttons on her clothing and said indifferently, “A man or a woman? Are you that trusting? Aren’t you worried about

a rhythmic throb as his blood pressure

to

stern, a warning underlying his words. Yet Maggie pursed her lips. She finally conceded and

this, a child–like joy bloomed on Nathael’s face, the kind that comes with the first melt of ice or the revived of spring, like a brilliant ray of sunlight piercing through the early dawn,

wait

out that one day she will be willing to

unfold. His

Nathael so genuinely

me wait too long. I’m not known for my patience, and if someone else treats me well, I might just wander off

gaze darkened, his presence becoming ominous. “I dare anyone to

I kind of

ways only recently, Maggie felt

again; if only his injury hadn’t been so severe, he wanted

you sorted out the trouble? How’s it going?”

temporarily settled,” Nathael replied in a gentle