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Chapter 230

Chapter 230 The Ninth Young Master of the Harrises.

Perched in a lofty spot, with light streaming in from the doorway, Maggie glanced down and spotted man holding an umbrella amidst the rain veil.

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He stood in the darkness, his attire seemingly infused with his presence, radiating an air of chilliness and a trace of hostility.

Nathael folded his umbrella, inclining his head slightly to meet Maggie’s eyes.

Suddenly, Maggie realised that Timmothy’s hand was still clasping her arm.

Maggie was taken aback.

What an unexpected turn of events!

What an unfortunate stroke of luck!

Nathael briefly fixed his gaze on Maggie before turning to the man standing next to her.

From a specific viewpoint, the umbrella partially hid Timmothy’s face as he lowered his gaze to meet Nathael’s, a faint grin appearing on his lips, hinting at defiance and insanity amidst the dark night’s backdrop.

After a brief pause, Timmothy shifted his focus and looked at Maggie’s ankle. “Are you injured, Maggie?”

Looking down, Maggie experienced a sudden twinge in her right ankle, as if a needle had pricked her when pressure was applied.

Extending the umbrella to Maggie, Timmothy bent down to check her condition.

Instinctively. Maggie flinched and retreated a few steps.

Timmothy’s extended hand found nothing to make contact with, but he remained unfazed, squatting as he glanced up at Maggie. “Looks like you’ve twisted it. It appears quite swollen.”

Underneath the rain curtain, as she passed him the umbrella and he squatted down, raindrops trickled onto his flawless face.

His eyes sparkled with clarity, his clothes and hair soaked.

Feeling a twinge of remorse, Maggie sheltered him under the umbrella and whispered gently, “I’ll manage to make it home. My boyfriend is coming to fetch me.”

Timmothy stood up, looking down at Maggie as he asked, “Do you genuinely love him?”

“Yes, I do,” Maggie admitted wholeheartedly.

remembered something and warned him, “Please, keep my

then offered a faint smile. “So, this stays between us?”

a moment before continuing. “And

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she hesitated to reveal her imminent

arrived at

terrace door creaked open, and Nathael strolled towards Maggie, his gaze unwavering as

Tve sprained my ankle.”

grasping her ankle in his

time, Maggie didn’t recoil, keeping

subtle hint of chill as he gently examined her

close, his attention drawn to Nathael’s bared

eyes.

pause, Nathael stood tall and carried Maggie

stayed in the rain, watching the two figures as they departed

floor living room, a slight worry tugging at her. “Will this

some compositions required

goes down, it shouldn’t be an issue. It should heal in about a week,” Naihael reassured softly.

words reached her ears, Maggie’s tension eased, and she

you didn’t have an umbrella in the rain, Nathael responded gravely. His expression was betraying genuine concern despite his

soft chuckle, sensing a hint of coldness in his words.

hushed tone, “Mr. Hudson, could you. please prepare

me to introduce you. This

for introductions, we’re acquainted,” Nathael interjected in a low

and forced a smile. “It’s been a while,

was momentarily taken

Cousin?

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I forgot

speechless, her mind drawing

is Harrist

Timmothy Harris!

deranged member of

his name as Timmothy, but it turned out his surname is

Nathael’s biggest enemy

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