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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, I hope next time you will refrain from involving her in such dangerous

rin

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

interjected, “It was me who asked him to take

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her to

going home.” Nathael stated

glance at Leo, then departed with Nathael.

at her and spoke softly,

feeling Nathael’s grip on her wrist tighten

Nathael ushered her into the car, Maggie could distinctly

the dim light of the car, Maggie turned and stealthily observed

pupils were dark, and he exuded an

at her and asked in a deep voice, “Is this why you turned

but imbued with a sternness that 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

was unexpected, a

represented her baffling disappearance, her ignoring of calls,

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

struggling momentarily to determine if

pressed tightly together, and stared out the window. He pulled

cigarette from his mouth, tilted her head, and brought her bright, expressive face close to his, stopping barely an inch

pretty as the view

alcohol on her breath mixed

still, silent, his dark

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

felt

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

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

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back in her seat, turning her head to look out

mountain road, leaving behind

black mountain forest

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

heart felt congested and

unclear whether it was because of the cruel truth that

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

but recall her past life, remembering

past life made her feel

she seemed more like a curse, burdening him in

never understood what made her flawed self so valuable in his eyes.

back in her seat and drifted into sleep..