Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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.

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

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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

spoke, Maggie quickly interjected, “It was me who asked him to take me.”

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prompting her to awkwardly look

Nathael stated firmly, gripping

cast a glance at Leo, then

her and spoke softly,

feeling Nathael’s grip on

Nathael ushered her into the car, Maggie could distinctly sense

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

was clenched tightly, his pupils were dark, and he exuded an imposing yet restrained presence, as if silently enduring something.

up at her and asked in a deep voice, “Is this

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 unexpected,

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

times she had smoothly talked her way out of past predicaments.

studied her clear eyes, struggling momentarily to determine

away, 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

pretty as the view

of alcohol on her breath mixed with the perfumed

his dark

Maggie softly pleaded, “Can you

her, Maggie felt the

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

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

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leaned back in her

road, leaving

and the black mountain forest enveloped them in silence

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

congested and painfully

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

with enough security or if she had been the only one

couldn’t help but recall her past life, remembering his fate

her past life

like a curse, burdening him in life and even in death.

flawed

back in her seat and drifted