Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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.

“Thank you, Mr. Caleb, for looking after her. However, I hope

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his pale eyes a stark contrast to Nathael’s. They appeared gentle and harmless, but on closer inspection, one might find his

“It was me

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weak, prompting her to awkwardly look

going home.” Nathael stated firmly, gripping

a glance at Leo,

her and spoke softly, “Call me

Nathael’s grip on her

car, Maggie

Maggie turned and stealthily observed

pupils were dark, and he exuded an imposing yet restrained presence, as if silently enduring something.

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

low but imbued with a sternness that was hard to place. Maggie’s eyes welled up, and she lowered her head in a gesture of guilt,

her, this confrontation was unexpected, a dramatic twist

represented her baffling disappearance, her ignoring of calls, and even

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

momentarily to determine if

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

from his mouth, tilted her head, and brought her bright, expressive

as pretty as the view

now catch the faint scent of alcohol on her

still, silent, his dark eyes quietly observing her.

Maggie softly pleaded, “Can you stop being mad? I don’t want

to ignore her, Maggie felt the tears might

his tone self–mocking as he said, “Don’t you want to ignore me?

sting in Maggie’s nose as

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bit her lip, fell silent, and obediently leaned back in her

sped along the mountain road, leaving

and the black mountain forest enveloped

out the window, lost in thought. Tears swirled in her eyes, but she

congested and painfully

truth that her days were

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

her past life, remembering his fate in that

her past life

seemed more like a curse, burdening him

never understood what made her flawed self so valuable in

she unconsciously leaned back in her seat and drifted