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….

on her lip

message appeared on his screen mere seconds after he had assumed she wouldn’t reply.

I got

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

the window, where he lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he pondered in silence.

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rushed home eagerly, cager to resume work on the

space, it did boast a small guest room adjoining a storage area. Upon uncovering a hidden door,

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

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

her meal, Maggie soothed her aching shoulders and set off to

arrived at the

and what set it apart from the others was its

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

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

fusion of modern and

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 classic

moment, the firmly closed door

a crisp white shirt, stepped out, wearing a smile as he warmly greeted Maggie, “Hi, Maggie.”

way

caught sight of you upstairs, prompting me to hasten and welcome you,”

subtle fragility lingered

energy and youthful vigour, defying any notion of illness–induced decline or

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

the area provided an expansive view. Maggie envisioned its potential, imagining how transforming it into a

Timmothy Yonathan guided

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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

sixties addressed the tea, setting them gently upon the weathered

forth two

permeated the air, releasing comforting waves oth.

it possessed a distinct charm

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