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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.

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

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Nathael’s. They appeared gentle and harmless, but on closer inspection, one might find his gaze colder than the moonlight,

Maggie quickly interjected, “It was me who asked him to take

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prompting her to awkwardly look away.

we’re going home.” Nathael stated

cast a glance at Leo, then departed with Nathael.

at her and spoke softly,

feeling Nathael’s grip

into the car, Maggie

the car, Maggie

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

in a deep voice, “Is this why you turned off your phone?”

was hard to place. Maggie’s eyes welled up, and she lowered her head in a gesture of guilt, murmuring, I was wrong. It won’t happen

this confrontation was unexpected, a dramatic

for Nathael, it represented her baffling disappearance, her ignoring of calls, and even her shutting off her

apology seemed docile and sincere, yet it echoed the many times she had smoothly talked her way out of past predicaments.

struggling momentarily to determine if her remorse was

the window. He pulled a cigarette from the

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

I not as pretty as the view outside?” Maggie

scent of alcohol on her breath mixed

still, silent, his dark eyes quietly observing her.

rising within her, Maggie softly pleaded, “Can you stop being mad? I don’t

continued to ignore her, Maggie felt the tears might start at

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

weren’t particularly harsh, but they caused a sharp sting in

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and obediently leaned back in her seat, turning her head

along the mountain road, leaving behind the noisy crowd and the lights.

and the black mountain forest enveloped them

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

heart felt congested and painfully swollen.

cruel truth that her days were numbered or because of Nathael’s

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

her past life,

life made her feel

burdening him

her flawed

back in her seat and drifted into