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.

warned him,

offered a faint smile. “So,

paused for a moment before continuing. “And

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didn’t want to hide anything from Nathael, but she hesitated to reveal her imminent

arrived

towards Maggie, his gaze unwavering as he softly. inquired. ‘Are you

paused before confessing. Tve

squatted down, gently grasping her ankle in his palm.

Maggie didn’t recoil, keeping the umbrella above his

subtle hint of chill as he gently examined

to Nathael’s bared nape, a

eyes.

Nathael stood tall and carried Maggie in his

the two figures as they departed before trailing

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

hand gestures, some compositions required the use of pedals, causing Maggie to worry..

swelling goes down, it shouldn’t be an issue. It should heal in about a

reached her ears, Maggie’s tension eased, and she lifted her gaze to meet his. “What brought you here?”

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

a soft chuckle, sensing a

hushed tone, “Mr. Hudson, could you. please prepare a glass of hot water

and said warmly, “Allow me to

for introductions, we’re acquainted,” Nathael interjected in a low tone. His eyes locked on Timmothy, his

forced a smile. “It’s been

momentarily taken aback.

Cousin?

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“Maggie, I forgot to mention,

momentarily speechless, her mind

is

Timmothy Harris!

deranged member of the Harrises!

as Timmothy, but it turned out his surname is

is actually Nathael’s biggest

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