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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….

on her lip and crafted a playful

astonishment, her message appeared on his screen mere

I got

struck speechless, his gaze fixed on the message, a profound yearning

ambled over to the window, where he lit a cigarette, the smoke curling

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First Meeting with Mr

rushed home eagerly, cager to resume work on the brooch she

small guest room adjoining a storage area. Upon uncovering a hidden door, she ingeniously converted it into her very own jewellery workshop.

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

a bustling morning of crafting, there remained certain tasks that necessitated the use of professional tools back at

Timmothy. After hastily finishing her meal, Maggie soothed her aching shoulders

forty, she arrived at the designated location.

and what set it apart from the others

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

spare, Maggie wandered around the perimeter of the courtyard gate, contemplating that this space would be

interior design, she contemplated that a fusion of modern and

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

moment, the firmly closed door swung open

white shirt, stepped out, wearing

pivoted and made her way toward him. “You’ve

the house when I caught sight of you upstairs, prompting me to hasten and welcome you,”

pale complexion, a subtle fragility lingered about

his lively energy and youthful vigour,

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

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

Timmothy Yonathan guided her

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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 distinct style

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

forth two

air, releasing comforting waves oth. Amidst the

a distinct

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