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Chapter 239 Tired of Me?

Maggie wished she could immediately find a place to hide, instinctively turning her head away.

Instead, she was met with a chaotic crowd doling out compliments, casually parked luxury cars, and the steep mountain path.

How had he managed to find her?

She had already gotten rid of Nolan.

Feeling somewhat dizzy, Maggie’s mind began to go blank in waves.

“Mr. Caleb, you’re a very skilled driver.”

She overheard Nathael’s voice as he approached and shook hands with Leo.

“Mr. Harris, you’re too kind, Leo responded, his handshake gentle and his demeanour calm.

Closing her eyes. Maggie felt a bittersweet shift from joy to sorrow.

She had been dreading seeing him, but ultimately, he had come looking for her.

Now, her only solace was that Leo had accompanied her, preventing her from breaking down in tears at the sight of Nathael.

“Maggie,” came Nathael’s deep voice from behind her.

Bracing herself. Maggie turned around, her vision blurry as she faced him. “Nathael.”

His dark eyes intently focused on her, he slowly asked, “Are you having fun?”

“It’s okay…” Maggie replied, feeling an inexplicable guilt as she uneasily examined his expression.

Would he be angry!

Would he be upset?

The brief moment of bravado she had felt when turning off her phone had now dissolved into anxiety and

unease.

“I’ll take you home,” Nathael declared, reaching out to grab her wrist and gently pulling her to his side.

Maggie didn’t speak, she simply thought for a moment and nodded in response.

his eyes deep with intensity. “Thank you, Mr. Caleb, for looking after her. However, I hope next time you will refrain from involving her in such

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but on closer inspection, one might find his gaze colder than the moonlight, as

“It was me who asked him

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prompting her to awkwardly look

we’re going home.” Nathael stated

at Leo, then departed

at her and spoke softly, “Call me if

Nathael’s grip on her wrist

ushered her into the car,

the dim light of the car, Maggie turned and

clenched tightly, his pupils were dark, and he exuded an imposing yet restrained presence, as

at her and asked in a deep voice, “Is this why you turned

to place. Maggie’s eyes welled up, and she lowered her head in a gesture of guilt, murmuring, I was wrong. It

her, this confrontation was unexpected, a dramatic twist

disappearance, her ignoring of calls, and even her shutting off

echoed the many times she had smoothly talked her way

eyes, struggling momentarily to determine if

tightly together, and stared out the window. He pulled a cigarette from the pack and

cigarette from his mouth, tilted her head, and

as pretty as the view

faint scent of alcohol on her

remained still, silent, his dark

pleaded, “Can you stop being mad? I don’t want you to be upset.”

he continued to ignore her, Maggie felt

were deep, his tone self–mocking as he said, “Don’t you want to ignore me? Are you tired of me? Or do

sharp sting in Maggie’s nose as tears began to well up in her eyes.

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obediently leaned back in her seat, turning her head to look out

car sped along the mountain road, leaving behind the noisy crowd and the

mountain

in thought. Tears swirled in

felt congested and painfully swollen.

truth that her days were numbered or because of Nathael’s self–mocking words earlier.

she had ever provided him with enough security or if she had been the only one to hurt him

recall her past life, remembering his fate

her past life

curse, burdening

understood what made her flawed self so valuable in

in her seat and drifted into sleep..