Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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….

pondering for a while, Maggie nibbled on her lip and crafted a

appeared on his screen mere

I got it.

speechless, his gaze fixed on the

seat. He ambled over to the window, where

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

guest room adjoining a storage area. Upon uncovering a

visit, their natural assumption would be that it was merely a storage space, rendering it unlikely for them to stumble

remained certain tasks that

a meeting scheduled with Timmothy. After hastily finishing her meal, Maggie

arrived at the designated

a solitary villa, and what set it

the cramped, token–sized space. Rather, it was a

some time to spare, Maggie wandered around the perimeter of the courtyard gate, contemplating that this space would be ideal for crafting a

she contemplated that a fusion of modern and classic aesthetics might

mulled over whether Timmothy would appreciate such a fusion. Given his youthful demeanour, she

firmly closed door swung open

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

way toward

you upstairs, prompting me to

pale complexion, a subtle

his lively energy and youthful vigour, defying any notion of illness–induced decline or weakness.

Maggie stepped into the courtyard. The trees and weeds within appeared slightly dishevelled, indicating a lack

ground, the spaciousness of the area provided an expansive view. Maggie envisioned its potential, imagining

Timmothy Yonathan

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a previous owner. While the upstairs remained unfinished, the first floor bore simple decorations, hinting at prior occupancy. The decor lacked a

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

forth two cups

of tea permeated the air, releasing comforting waves oth. Amidst

distinct

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