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Chapter 227

Chapter 227 First Meeting with Mr Hudson

Nathari halted his pen mid–stroke, raising his eyes to the woman captured in the portrait. The depths of her captivating gaze held a mix of curiosity and a subtle touch of mischief, her eyes exuding both depth.

and allure.

Upon locking eyes, Maggie was jolted back to the present moment, a faint flush creeping onto her cheeks.

Without giving her a chance to respond, Nathael chuckled and remarked, “I adore all the children you bring into this world, but a daughter, bearing your likeness, would undoubtedly capture my heart even more.”

Maggie shifted uncomfortably, remarking, “Don’t presume too much. I never said I intended to bear children for you.”

Nathael raised an eyebrow in a teasing manner and continued, “Then whom do you intend to bear children for? Joseph? Does he even deserve such a privilege?”

Maggie detected, perhaps for the initial time, the hostility emanating from him, as if daring to answer affirmatively would prompt him to throw her into the river to feed the fish without hesitation.

“Enough! I have no

her checks ablace,ire to engage in such discussions with you!” Maggie abruptly terminated the call,

cinbarrassment.

Unable to suppress her regret, she buried her face into the blanket and rolled away, wishing she could take back her words.

Moments later, her phone chimed with a new message notification.

Maggie clicked on the message and found it was from Nathael.

Crazy Old Fool Nathael: ‘Any plans for a little one? I’m here to assist.

Argh! How aggravating!

It was evident that Nathael was openly ridiculing me!

This is utterly humiliating!

I am a reserved girl….

while, Maggie nibbled on her lip and

his screen mere seconds after he had assumed she

I got it.

himself struck speechless, his gaze fixed on the message, a

chuckle escaped him, prompting him to rise from his seat. He ambled over to the window, where he lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him

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morning. Maggie rushed home eagerly, cager to resume work on the brooch she intended to present

storage area. Upon uncovering a hidden

to visit, their natural assumption would be that it was merely a storage space, rendering it unlikely for them to stumble upon the covert workshop concealed behind its

bustling morning of crafting, there remained certain tasks that necessitated the

meeting scheduled with Timmothy. After hastily finishing her meal, Maggie soothed her aching shoulders and set off to the address Timmothy

she arrived at the

as a solitary villa, and what set it apart from the others was its exceptionally well-

wasn’t the cramped, token–sized space. Rather, it

courtyard gate, contemplating that this space would be ideal for crafting a

fusion of modern and classic aesthetics might harmonise splendidly.

over whether Timmothy would appreciate such a fusion. Given his youthful demeanour, she surmised that many individuals of his age might not lean towards

closed door swung

dressed in a crisp white shirt, stepped out, wearing a

way toward him. “You’ve arrived early.”

wandering around the house when I caught sight of you upstairs, prompting me to

complexion, a subtle fragility

his lively energy and youthful vigour,

trees and weeds within

view. Maggie envisioned its potential, imagining how transforming it into a garden landscape would enhance

Yonathan guided her

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likely acquired the house from a previous owner. While the upstairs remained unfinished, the first floor bore simple decorations, hinting at prior occupancy. The decor lacked a distinct style

Timmothy, Ms. Adam,” an elderly man in his sixties addressed the tea, setting them gently upon the

brought forth two cups of

releasing comforting waves oth. Amidst the

possessed a distinct charm of its

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