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Chapter 305 Aren’t You Afraid of Me?

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Timmothy remained silent for a moment, then twisted his thin lips and scoffed, “What’s the fun in you being dead? It’s way more thrilling to watch you live in agony.”

There was a glimmer of madness in his eyes, like two eerie flames dancing in the darkness of his pupils, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, sending shivers down Maggie’s spine.

Maggie stared directly arshim, unconsciously frowning.

For some unknown reason, she caught the brief pause before he spoke and the fleeting confusion in his

eyes.

So, in reality… just like Nathael can’t bring himself to harm Timmothy, does he actually care about Nathael in his heart, or perhaps in his subconscious?

As this thought crossed her mind. Maggie felt absurd.

Yet strangely, she couldn’t shake off that moment of silence and bewilderment from him….

“Why do you hate him?” Maggie asked softly. Nathael wouldn’t tell her, and Ericko always honoured his thoughts, so perhaps only if Timmothy told her would she understand.

Timmothy’s eyes took on a hint of crimson, and he sneered, “Who does he think he is? He promised my father he’d look after me, but within a year, he abandoned me. He kept saying he would shield me, but where was he when I was being humiliated?”

Maggie remained silent, noticing the veins bulging on his handsome face. In those seemingly innocent eyes of his, there was resentment, self–deprecation, grievance, and intense hatred.

The complexity was beyond imagination, making Maggie feel as if she were witnessing her dying self from a past life.

Maggie inexplicably recalled a tale of a demon trapped in a bottle that was cast into the sea, never to

escape.

In the first year, he pledged riches to whoever freed him.

In the second year, he promised eternal youth.

In the third year, he vowed to grant any wish

Until the hundredth year, when a fisherman released him, he sought to kill the fisherman out of despair.” He had resolved that he would kill whoever freed him!

stayed silent. She had never experienced his suffering, so she

always support Nathael, regardless of right or wrong, she didn’t want

“It’s lunchtime. Should we

the waiter and brought the menu. He reclined in his chair, his gaze lowering slightly. He emitted a somewhat despondent vibe, evoking an

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few dishes she enjoyed, then turned to Timothy

glanced out the window, appearing impatient, and

two desserts, suggesting, “Let’s have some dessert. It might lighten your mood. If you’re feeling better, you might cause less trouble for me and

gaze on her, seemingly emerging from some

afraid of me?” Timmothy inquired softly, scrutinising

him and responded softly. “Of course, I am. I’m afraid that if your wires get crossed, you might want

waiting for her to

me hate you, but pain will. Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether I’m afraid

her words, and strangely, it lifted his spirits a

the dishes started arriving

focus. Considering she had recently recovered from a

atmosphere during the meal was calm and quiet. Timmothy’s manner of eating was quite refined and different from Nathael’s gracefulness, It had a touch of meekness, almost making it easy

presence.

how he had evolved into person he was

the meal was finished, the other items were cleared away, leaving only desserts and

her, “Don’t forget about my

the

realising she might have forgotten about it if he hadn’t brought it up. Meeting his intensel gaze, she sighed. “Let’s set a deadline for three months from now. I tend to

on paper to sculpting, sourcing

be hands–on. Unless it was for mass production,

agreed, she didn’t want to go back

his mind and tried to take away what he

she do?

already had a den in mind.

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

quite perplexing. However, under her scrutiny, he exuded a sense of depth and

ways, he even reminded her of

consulted a doctor?”