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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.

Caleb, for looking after her. However,

rin

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

quickly interjected, “It was me who asked him

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weak, prompting her to awkwardly look

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

at Leo,

spoke softly, “Call me if you

Nathael’s grip on her

into the car, Maggie could

light of the car, Maggie turned and stealthily observed Nathael’s

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

in a deep voice, “Is this why

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

confrontation was unexpected, a dramatic twist

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

it echoed the many times she had smoothly talked

to determine if her

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

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

as pretty as the view outside?” Maggie asked, moving closer to

could now catch the faint scent of alcohol on her breath mixed

dark eyes quietly observing

you stop being mad? I don’t want you to

Maggie felt the tears might start

ignore me? Are you tired of

but they caused a sharp sting in Maggie’s

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

mountain road, leaving behind the noisy crowd

the black mountain forest

window, lost in thought. Tears swirled

congested and painfully

was unclear whether it was because of the cruel truth that

him with enough security or if she had

life, remembering his fate

life made her feel suffocated.

more like a curse, burdening him in

flawed self so valuable in

slightly dizzy, she unconsciously leaned back in her