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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

screen mere seconds after

I got it.

fixed on

to the window, where he lit a

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cager to resume work on the brooch she intended

room adjoining a storage area. Upon uncovering a hidden door, she ingeniously converted it

natural assumption would be that it was merely a storage space, rendering it

morning of crafting, there remained certain tasks that

her meal, Maggie soothed

arrived at the designated location.

a solitary villa, and what set it apart from the others was its

cramped, token–sized space. Rather, it was

wandered around the perimeter of the courtyard gate, contemplating that

villa’s interior design, she contemplated that a fusion

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

the firmly closed

out, wearing a

pivoted and made her way toward

upstairs, prompting me to

pale complexion, a subtle fragility lingered

lively energy and youthful vigour, defying any notion

into the courtyard. The trees and weeds within appeared slightly dishevelled,

an expansive view. Maggie envisioned its potential, imagining how transforming it

Yonathan guided

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that Timmothy had 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 but exuded a sense of lived–in warmth.

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

brought forth two

permeated the air, releasing comforting waves oth. Amidst the

a distinct charm

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