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Chapter 191 Nathael’s Love Letter

“You’ll know once you look at it,” Nathael spoke in a deep voice.

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Maggie glanced at him and then opened the box. Inside, she found a limited edition doll from Judok. It wasn’t from the same series as the one Lucas had given her, but it was a discontinued limited edition.

“Isn’t this doll discontinued? How did you manage to get it?” Maggie’s eyes sparkled with surprise, momentarily forgetting her earlier determination to hold him accountable.

The doll Nathael gave her was dressed in a–luxurious and i

xquisite sky–blue gown. The doll was seated on a stage, with one hand supporting her chin and her small mouth slightly pouting as if she was somewhat frustrated and angry.

“It’s so cute!” Maggie couldn’t help but praise. She always had a weakness for dolls from this brand. Ugh….

She liked it at first sight when she was young, and even after growing up and seeing it redesigned, she still loved it.

Perhaps because she couldn’t have it when she was young, she still feels so delighted even after all these years.

At that moment, there was a small envelope in the doll’s other hand, as if it were a love letter given to her by someone else.

Maggie was stunned for a moment, then took the envelope and looked at Nathacl. This shouldn’t be a prop, right?”

“Yeah, Nathael responded with a nod, his eyes profound.

Maggie glanced at him suspiciously, then lowered her head to open the envelope. Inside, she found words. written in strong handwriting, with sharp strokes that penetrated the paper, making it exceptionally beautiful.

‘Dear Maggie,

The moment I saw you, all things paled in comparison.”

‘From now on, I desire only one thing: to be called yours, tempting me to fall, driving me to madness.”

I do not seek salvation in the next life, nor do I hope for transcendence. I only long to meet you in this life:

‘I have wasted time and indulged in drunkenness, but now I fear the parting of life and death, longing instead for us to be together day and night.”

‘From south to north, from the dazzling stars to the rising sun, I love you. Across countless cycles of day: and night, I am determined to be with you through life and death!

“From, Nathael.

Maggie stared blankly at the letter, feeling a sense of surrealism wash over her.

He wrote her a love letter…

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Nathael’s Love Letter

just a spur–of–the–moment challenge when she was angry, and she had hoped for him to appease her.

remark.

he wrote

unable to guess his state of mind

reddened. She wondered why her tears seemed to flow so easily today, ready to

eyes, refusing to

next life. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have met each other

to believe that he, a perfect man

done to deserve

as ink, his beautiful, narrow gaze directly at her, filled with emotions

sniffled and looked up at him. “You wrote it indeed.”

in a deep voice. “If it weren’t for the injury, I would have given it to you

wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes reddened as she looked at him. “Do

“Yes,” Nathael responded.

around his neck and

gaze and deepened the kiss, his

a while, Maggie leaned against him. Her eyes were slightly red, and her lips curved into

lips curled up into a smile as he asked softly, “Are you still angry?”

lowered her gaze and admitted, “A

a

is

chuckled mischievously. “Does that mean I’ll have to write another

at him. “You better take good care of your injury. If you accidentally get hurt, become disabled,

for you.”

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Nathael’s

eyes darkening. “Is

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die, I’ll take my new flame to dance on your grave!” Maggie curved her eyes into a smirk, glaring at him with a warni

He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. “Maggie, say

you left me

with a hint

thought this approach might be more effective instead of trying to persuade him.

could be quite petty in certain

turned gloomy, but he couldn’t help but laugh at

an instant. Nathael pinched her chin and spoke coldly, “You heartless little girl! You can

repeat it. She found herself tiptoeing on the edge of his anger.

softly, “Don’t be so

face tensed up, feeling an itch

her being affectionate with someone else made him jealous and