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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 poisoning a

regarded her silently for a moment, then offered a faint

before continuing. “And Mr. Hudson,

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from Nathael, but she hesitated to reveal her imminent fate if he were to find

arrived at

door creaked open, and Nathael strolled towards Maggie, his gaze unwavering as he softly. inquired.

paused before confessing. Tve sprained my ankle.”

Nathael squatted down, gently grasping her ankle

time, Maggie didn’t recoil, keeping the umbrella

touch felt cool, with a subtle hint of chill as he gently examined

attention drawn to Nathael’s bared nape, a distinct and playful

eyes.

Nathael stood tall and carried Maggie in

stayed in the rain, watching the two figures as

while. Maggie found herself settled in the ground floor living room, a slight worry tugging at her.

on hand gestures, some compositions required the

an issue. It

she lifted her gaze to meet his. “What brought

have an umbrella in the rain, Nathael responded gravely. His expression was betraying genuine concern despite his cold demeanour.

a soft chuckle, sensing a hint

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

Nathael and said warmly, “Allow me to

Nathael interjected in a low tone. His

smile. “It’s

was momentarily taken aback.

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The Ninth Young Master of the Harrises

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speechless, her mind

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Timmothy Harris!

member of the Harrises!

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is actually Nathael’s biggest

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