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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.

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

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but on closer inspection, one might find his gaze colder than the moonlight, as

quickly interjected, “It was me who asked him to

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weak, prompting her to awkwardly look away.

home.” Nathael stated firmly, gripping her hand tightly.

cast a glance at Leo,

spoke softly,

subconsciously, feeling Nathael’s grip on her

car, Maggie could distinctly sense his

car, Maggie turned

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

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

imbued with a sternness that was hard to place. Maggie’s eyes welled up, and

confrontation was unexpected, a dramatic twist

represented her baffling disappearance, her ignoring of calls, and even her shutting off her phone.

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

clear eyes, struggling momentarily to determine if her

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

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

view outside?” Maggie asked,

faint scent of alcohol on her breath mixed with the perfumed air of

his dark eyes

“Can you stop

Maggie felt the tears might start at any

you want to ignore me? Are you tired

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

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leaned back in her

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

and the black mountain forest enveloped them in silence and

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

felt congested and

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

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

but recall her past life, remembering his fate in that

her past life

she seemed more like a curse, burdening him in

flawed self so valuable in

she unconsciously leaned back in her seat and drifted into