Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Chapter 241 Expressing Her Wishes.

The following day, in the early hours, Maggie awoke to a wave of intense pain. Her mind felt foggy and heavy, as if struggling to emerge from a deep slumber. The pain coursing through her ankle was particularly excruciating, making it nearly impossible for her to even lift it.

Maggie furrowed her brow as she struggled to sit up. It was only then that she realised, perhaps as a result of yesterday’s ordeal, that her once–reduced swelling in her ankle had flared up again.

Now, it appeared as though someone had meticulously tended to it, wrapping it with thick bandages.

As her fingers extended, she made contact with it, drawing in a sudden inhale.

It’s true that happiness invariably transforms into sadness.

The day prior, with a sense of illness and minimal discomfort in her foot, she dismissed it lightly. Engaging in both driving and drinking, she failed to grasp gravity. Now, she finds herself right back where she started today.

Glancing sideways, Maggie observed Nathael’s absence, pondering whether he was occupied elsewhere.

Clad in a gentle nightgown, her recollection was hazy. She faintly remembered drifting off on Nathael’s back afterwards.

Upon arriving home, Nathael assisted her with a brief shower, and she complied in a foggy state. Subsequently, she slipped into complete unconsciousness.

As she rubbed her forehead, Maggie acknowledged the consequences of drinking, uncertain if she had uttered anything nonsensical.

Maggie rose and checked her phone, discovering a video message from Mia

Upon opening it, she couldn’t resist arching an eyebrow.

The video displayed her intoxicated performance on the piano at the nightclub from the previous evening.

In contrast to her meticulously dressed demeanour with Nathael earlier that day, she now wore a white dress amidst dimly lit and bustling surroundings.

Vividly illuminated by an array of colourful lights, the nighttime scene enveloped the stage in a mesmerising and enigmatic aura.

Under the dimly lit ambience, the rich hues of dark red, deep blue, and emerald green interplayed, creating a shimmering spectacle.

With her hair casually pulled back, exposing her slender neck, she sat on the stage, her back turned to the crowd, engrossed in playing music.

Surrounded by an aura of isolation, everything seemed centred around her, as if she were the focal point. The dim red lights enveloped/her white dress in a layer of gothic crimson, imparting an air of mystery and

allure.

Amidst the chaos and commotion, the bustling environment faded into the background, while a sense of

performance.

yet the angle and lighting rendered it somewhat amateurish, lacking the polish of a professional production. Moreover, Mia recorded it on

it, Maggie promptly made the decision to utilise the video, leveraging

the directive, “Arrange for the previous blogger to publish it online.”

messaged Mia

still asleep, given the

a glass of water, a message

some medicine? Though its efficacy may not be optimal,

message, her expression a mixture of

likely wasn’t alluding to her foot injury but rather to the “Dream Venom” that had afflicted her.

she opted to

I’ve found another physician, so there’s no need

seemed the most promising candidate to cure her “Dream Venom,” Maggie preferred to await updates from Lucas first, exploring other options

a while,

have some fresh concepts regarding the villa that I’d like

message popped up once

drifting to the task she had taken from him, which only intensified

does Timmothy really want?” she wondered.

replied: ‘Given my recent busy schedule, I might not be able

out to Timmothy for clarification or passing

quickly dismissed the

have hidden intentions in forging a connection with her, which might lead to his refusal. Additionally, since she had undertaken this task voluntarily, it

phone rang suddenly. breaking

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momentarily startled before picking

hindering you from meeting me? Timmothy inquired slowly, his pallid

colour.

I’ve been feeling unwell and swamped with work,” Maggie

fingering a string of emerald beads in his hand. “I thought you and

a loss for

and Maggie shared a nuanced relationship, and thus far, he has not

harm befall Nathael,

the emerald beads. Gradually, he lifted his inquired, “Do you hold him in high regard? Is it because

Maggie furrowed her brow, uncertain of

gaze and

consider meeting me face–to–face? I had something

the moment,” Maggie replied after

with a hint of disappointment, before lapsing

the