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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.

looking after her. However, I hope next time you

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on closer inspection, one might find his gaze colder than the moonlight, as if he were

interjected, “It was me who asked him to take

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go weak, prompting her to

go, we’re going home.” Nathael stated firmly,

cast a glance at Leo, then departed with

waved at her and spoke softly, “Call me

grip on her wrist

her into the car, Maggie could distinctly sense his anger.

the car, Maggie

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

asked in a deep voice, “Is

welled up, and she lowered her head in a gesture of guilt, murmuring, I was wrong. It won’t happen again.”

was unexpected, a dramatic twist of fate.

for Nathael, it represented her baffling disappearance, her ignoring of calls,

docile and sincere, yet it echoed the many times she had smoothly talked her way

her clear eyes, struggling momentarily to determine if her remorse

he looked away, his lips pressed tightly together, and stared out the window. He

motion, Maggie reached out, plucked the cigarette from his mouth, tilted her head, and brought her bright, expressive face close to his, stopping barely an inch from his handsome

not as pretty as the view outside?”

scent of alcohol on her breath mixed with the perfumed air of the nightclub.

still, silent, his dark eyes

rising within her, Maggie softly pleaded, “Can you stop being mad? I don’t want you to be upset.”

felt the tears might start

you want to ignore me? Are you tired of me? Or do you

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

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lip, fell silent, and obediently leaned back in her seat, turning her head to look

road, leaving

and the black mountain forest enveloped them in silence and stillness.

window, lost in thought. Tears swirled in

felt congested and

it was because of the cruel truth that her days were

with enough security or if she had

her past life, remembering his fate

past life made her

she seemed more like a curse, burdening him in

flawed self so valuable in his eyes.

back in her seat and drifted into