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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.

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

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appeared gentle and harmless, but on closer inspection, one might find his gaze colder than the moonlight, as if

was me who asked him to

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go weak, prompting her to awkwardly look

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

Leo, then

her and spoke softly, “Call me if

nodded subconsciously, feeling Nathael’s grip on her wrist

the car, Maggie could distinctly sense his anger.

of the car, Maggie turned and

jaw was clenched tightly, his pupils were dark, and he exuded

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

up, and she lowered her head

this confrontation was unexpected, a dramatic twist of fate.

ignoring of

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

to determine if

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

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

view outside?” Maggie asked, moving

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

still, silent, his dark eyes quietly

“Can you stop being mad? I don’t want

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

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

harsh, but they caused a sharp sting in Maggie’s nose as tears began to well up in her eyes.

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fell silent, and obediently leaned back in her

the mountain road, leaving behind the noisy

mountain forest enveloped them in silence

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

felt congested

that her days were numbered or

she had ever provided him with enough security or if she had

but recall her past life,

of her past life made her feel suffocated.

more like a curse, burdening him

her flawed

in her seat and drifted into