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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.

with intensity. “Thank you, Mr. Caleb, for looking after her. However, I hope next time you will refrain from involving her in

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stark contrast to Nathael’s. They appeared gentle and harmless, but on closer inspection, one might find his gaze colder than the moonlight, as if he were merely an observer

spoke, Maggie quickly interjected, “It was

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prompting her to awkwardly

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

cast a glance at Leo,

at her and spoke softly, “Call me

feeling Nathael’s grip on her

Nathael ushered her into the car, Maggie could distinctly sense his

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

tightly, his pupils were dark, and he exuded an imposing yet restrained presence, as if silently

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

was hard to place. Maggie’s eyes welled up, and she lowered her head in a gesture of guilt, murmuring,

was unexpected, a dramatic twist of fate.

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

apology seemed docile and sincere, yet it echoed the many times she had smoothly talked her

momentarily to determine if her remorse was genuine.

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

a swift motion, Maggie reached out, plucked the cigarette from his mouth, tilted her head, and brought her bright, expressive face close to

not as pretty as the view outside?” Maggie asked, moving

her breath mixed with the perfumed air of

remained still, silent, his dark eyes

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

he continued to ignore her, Maggie felt the

want to ignore me? Are you tired of me? Or

sharp sting in

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fell silent, and obediently leaned back in her seat, turning

mountain road, leaving behind the noisy crowd and the

grew darker, and the black mountain forest enveloped them in

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

congested and

that her days were numbered

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

recall her past life, remembering his fate in that life.

her past life made her

Nathael, she seemed more like a curse, burdening him in life

made her flawed self so valuable in his

leaned back in her seat