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.

polish of a professional production. Moreover, Mia recorded it on a

promptly made the decision to utilise the video, leveraging her past renown to generate attention, and

video to Leo, following up with the directive, “Arrange for the

reply, Maggie messaged Mia succinctly: ‘Mia, the photographer!

given the absence

for a glass of water, a message from Timmothy

with some medicine? Though its efficacy

message, her expression a mixture of

injury but rather to the “Dream Venom” that

and Nathael, she opted to postpone any meetings with

promptly responded: I’ve found another physician, so there’s no need to trouble

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

poison for quite a while, waiting another month or two likely wouldn’t make a significant

the villa that

up once more.

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

does Timmothy really want?”

I might not be

clarification or passing the

thought,/she quickly dismissed

lead to his refusal. Additionally, since she had

nondered. Timmothy’s phone rang suddenly. breaking the

2/4

Expressing

was momentarily startled before picking up

me? Timmothy inquired slowly, his pallid

colour.

I’ve been feeling unwell and

in his hand.

momentarily at a loss

relationship, and thus far, he has not posed any threat to

Nathael, our friendship will cease to

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

brow, uncertain of his

gaze and

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

at the moment,” Maggie replied after a moment of silence, maintaining her refusal.

Timmothy conceded, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment, before lapsing

end the