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

moment, then offered a faint smile.

a moment before continuing. “And Mr. Hudson,

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but she hesitated to reveal her imminent

arrived at

towards Maggie, his gaze unwavering as he

confessing. Tve

gently grasping her ankle in his palm.

Maggie didn’t recoil, keeping

subtle hint of chill as he gently examined her ankle, causing Maggie to reflexively pull back.

close, his attention drawn to Nathael’s bared nape, a

eyes.

tall and carried Maggie in his

the rain, watching the two figures as they departed before trailing behind silently.

a short while. Maggie found herself settled in the ground floor living room, a slight worry tugging at her. “Will this have any impact on the upcoming competition?”

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an issue. It should heal in about a week,” Naihael

Maggie’s tension eased, and she lifted her gaze

Nathael responded

a soft chuckle, sensing a hint of coldness in his

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

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

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

coughed lightly and forced a smile. “It’s

was momentarily

Cousin?

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gently clarified, “Maggie, I forgot

was momentarily speechless, her mind drawing

surname is Harrist

Timmothy Harris!

grim and deranged member of the

Timmothy, but it turned out his surname is Harris!

is actually Nathael’s biggest

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