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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.

shifted to Leo, his eyes deep with intensity. “Thank you, Mr. Caleb, for looking after her. However, I hope next time you

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harmless, but on closer inspection, one might find his gaze colder than the moonlight, as if he were merely an observer

was me who asked him to

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prompting her

home.” Nathael stated

a glance at Leo, then departed with

waved at her and spoke softly,

feeling Nathael’s grip on

Nathael ushered her into the car,

the dim light of the car, Maggie turned and stealthily

dark, and he exuded an imposing yet restrained presence, as if

in a deep voice, “Is

and she lowered her head in a gesture of guilt,

confrontation was unexpected, a dramatic twist of

her ignoring

seemed docile and sincere, yet it echoed the many times she had smoothly

struggling momentarily to determine if her remorse

he looked away, his lips pressed tightly together, and stared out the window. He pulled a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his

and brought her bright, expressive face close to his, stopping barely

as pretty as the view outside?” Maggie asked, moving closer to

could now catch the faint scent of alcohol on her breath

remained still, silent, his dark eyes

“Can you stop being mad? I don’t want you

her, Maggie felt

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

they caused a sharp sting in Maggie’s nose as tears

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Tired of

fell silent, and obediently leaned back in her seat,

leaving

darker, and the black mountain forest enveloped them in silence and

the window, lost in thought. Tears swirled in her

heart felt congested

was unclear whether it was because of the cruel truth that her days were numbered or because of

enough security or if she had been

recall her past life, remembering

life

a curse, burdening him in life and even

made her flawed self so valuable in his

in her seat