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.

amateurish, lacking the polish of a professional production. Moreover,

Maggie promptly made the decision to utilise the video, leveraging her past renown to

directive, “Arrange for the previous blogger

Maggie messaged Mia succinctly: ‘Mia, the photographer!

given the

prepared to rise for a glass of water, a message

improved? Do you require Mr.–Hudson’s assistance with some medicine? Though its efficacy may not be

her expression a mixture of

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

opted to postpone any

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

“Dream Venom,” Maggie preferred to await updates from

for quite a while, waiting another month or two

concepts regarding the villa that I’d like to discuss with you

message popped up once

had

does Timmothy really want?” she wondered.

recent busy schedule, I might not be able to

for clarification or passing the task to another colleague.

thought,/she quickly

in forging a connection with her, which might lead to his refusal. Additionally, since she had

phone rang suddenly.

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startled before

Timmothy inquired slowly, his pallid complexion devoid of

colour.

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

string of emerald beads in his

momentarily at a

and thus far, he has not posed

“Should any harm befall Nathael, our friendship will

paused, his fingers lingering on the emerald beads. Gradually, he lifted his inquired, “Do you hold him in

her brow, uncertain of his intentions.

gaze and

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

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

voice tinged with a hint

I’ll end the