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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.

deep with intensity. “Thank you, Mr. Caleb, for looking after her. However,

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

Maggie quickly interjected, “It was

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prompting her to awkwardly

Nathael stated

a glance at Leo,

at her and spoke softly, “Call me if

nodded subconsciously, feeling Nathael’s grip on her wrist tighten

Nathael ushered her into the car, Maggie could distinctly sense his

the car, Maggie turned

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

in a deep voice, “Is

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

this confrontation was unexpected,

ignoring of

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

to determine if her remorse was

away, his lips pressed tightly together, and stared out the window. He pulled a cigarette from the pack

out, plucked the cigarette from his mouth, tilted her head, and brought her bright, expressive

view outside?” Maggie asked, moving closer

alcohol on her

his dark eyes quietly observing

Maggie softly pleaded, “Can you stop

Maggie felt the

he said, “Don’t you want to ignore

a sharp sting in Maggie’s nose as tears began to well up in

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leaned back in her seat, turning her head to look

the mountain road, leaving behind the noisy

black mountain forest enveloped

lost in thought. Tears swirled in her eyes, but she

felt congested and painfully swollen.

cruel truth that her

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

couldn’t help but recall her past life, remembering his fate

of her past life made

like a curse, burdening him in life and even in

what made her flawed self so valuable in his

unconsciously leaned back in her seat and drifted into sleep..