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.

to utilise the video, leveraging her past renown to generate attention, and eagerly anticipating Sierra’s reaction.

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

Maggie messaged Mia succinctly: ‘Mia,

was still asleep, given

prepared to rise for a glass of water, a message from

foot injury improved? Do you require Mr.–Hudson’s assistance with some medicine? Though its efficacy may

message, her expression a mixture of

to her foot injury but rather to

to postpone any meetings with Timmothy for the time

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

Venom,” Maggie preferred to await updates from Lucas first, exploring other options in

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

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

up

mind drifting to the task she had taken from

really want?” she wondered.

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

for clarification or passing the task

thought,/she quickly dismissed the

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

Timmothy’s phone rang suddenly. breaking the silence..

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241 Expressing Her

was momentarily startled before picking up

meeting me? Timmothy inquired

colour.

been feeling unwell and swamped

his gaze, idly fingering a string of emerald beads in his hand.

a loss

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

stated, “Should any harm befall Nathael, our

beads. Gradually, he lifted his inquired, “Do

her brow, uncertain of

gaze and

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

moment,” Maggie replied after a moment

Timmothy conceded, his voice tinged with a hint

nothing more, I’ll end the call, Maggie announced before