Chapter 281 Is It Tough on You?

Upon reflection, Maggie considered that the situation might not be entirely negative.

The Adams had a commendable reputation. If her brother turned out so well, perhaps she wouldn’t fare too badly either.

Yet Maggie couldn’t shake the feeling that she should be feeling more at ease and content.

As she contemplated this, thoughts of the years Nathael had silently loved her flooded her mind. Had those times been difficult for him, too?

A moment later, Maggie snapped out of her reverie. She turned to Nathael and asked softly, “Do you like It?

“Do you enjoy listening to me play the piano?”

“Yes, I do,” Nathael replied with a firm voice, their fingers interlocked.

Maggie smiled gently and said, “I’ll play for you when we get home tonight.”

A mischievous glint flashed in Nathael’s eyes as he probed, “At my place?”

Maggie glared at him and playfully chided, “Can’t you think of something else?”

Why has this man acted so desperately to share the bed with her? They wouldn’t sleep together anyway.

Nathael chuckled and asked, “What are you thinking?”

Maggie ignored him. She continued to watch the next performer play his piece. When the lights dimmed again, Nathael spoke in a husky voice, “I just enjoy being with you.”

It was a simple statement, as if it were meant for her, or perhaps he just muttered to himself.

to well up in her

enjoyed spending time with her, even if it was just doing something utterly

life, Nathael often stayed by her side, quietly accompanying her as she clumsily worked on her jewelry designs, always ready to hand her the gem stone and

work under a night lamp,

up small tasks to keep

her sarcastic comments, and pass her a warm glass of water or

too many things together.

or thought she would never remember now flood back to her. in this dimly lit hall, under

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a light laugh, “What are

things together, Maggie replied softly.

she stormed into the dressing room to grab her phone with a

questioned, “What’s the matter? Was that

that Sierra had neglected her practice. It was unpolished and clumsy, lacking any artistic expression, not to mention basic

and tossed it aside, snapping, “Mind

meant well, not intending to criticize but simply checking on her understanding of what had

it everything, to be responsible to the school and to your peers. Danielle tried to stay calm as she spoke

and slammed it behind her as she left the dressing room.

was to call her grandfather. She spoke with a tearful tone, “Grandpa, what’s going on? The piece is not the one that I should

still offered some comfort. He said, “Don’t worry, I’ve asked around. It seems there was a

Sierra felt even more enraged, her eyes

was that wretch so lucky to have Nathael backing her?

the phone complaining to her grandfather, while her

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some investors to watch Sierra’s performance, hoping to use the occasion to

daughter had failed them at a critical

daughter’s skills don’t seem to

woman with dark–rimmed glasses commented. Her tone is neutral,

was defensive, “She might be feeling under the weather or ill today, but her

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