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.

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

to utilise the video, leveraging her past renown to

following up with the directive, “Arrange for the previous blogger to publish

Maggie messaged Mia succinctly: ‘Mia, the

still asleep, given the

rise for a glass of water, a message from

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

message, her expression a mixture of emotions.

alluding to her foot injury but rather to the

Timmothy and Nathael, she opted to postpone any meetings

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

the most promising candidate to cure her “Dream Venom,” Maggie preferred to await

endured the effects of this poison for quite a while, waiting another month or two

regarding the villa that I’d

popped up once more.

had taken

Timmothy really want?” she

I might not be able to make

Timmothy for clarification or passing the task to

upon second thought,/she quickly

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

phone rang

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momentarily startled before picking up the

Timmothy inquired slowly, his pallid complexion devoid

colour.

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

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

was momentarily at a loss for

thus far, he has not

befall Nathael, our

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

brow, uncertain of his

gaze and

“Wouldn’t you consider meeting me face–to–face? I had something special prepared for you.

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

a hint of disappointment, before lapsing into silence.

more, I’ll end the