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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.

something and warned

moment, then offered a

before continuing. “And Mr.

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to reveal her imminent fate if he were to find out

long after, Nathael arrived at the

Maggie, his

paused before confessing. Tve

Nathael squatted down, gently grasping her ankle in his palm.

Maggie didn’t recoil, keeping

touch felt cool, with a subtle hint of chill as he gently examined her ankle, causing Maggie to reflexively pull back.

drawn to Nathael’s bared nape, a distinct

eyes.

stood tall and carried Maggie

figures

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

the piano mainly relied on hand gestures, some compositions required the use of pedals, causing Maggie to

it shouldn’t be an issue. It should

she lifted her gaze

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

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

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

beside Nathael and said warmly, “Allow me to introduce you. This is my boyfriend, Nathael

acquainted,” Nathael interjected in a low tone. His eyes locked on Timmothy, his

and forced a smile. “It’s been

was momentarily taken aback.

Cousin?

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at her and gently clarified, “Maggie, I

speechless, her mind drawing

surname is Harrist

Timmothy Harris!

deranged member of the

just know his name as Timmothy, but it

actually Nathael’s biggest enemy of the

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