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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!

experienced his suffering, so

she’d always support Nathael, regardless of right or wrong, she didn’t want to counsel Timmothy about forgiveness

spoke softly, “It’s lunchtime. Should we order some

brought the menu. He reclined in his chair, his gaze lowering slightly. He emitted a somewhat

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reminding herself, He’s a deranged lunatic.

few dishes she enjoyed, then turned to Timothy and asked, “What would you like to

the window, appearing impatient, and replied curtly, “Anything”

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

gaze on her, seemingly

me?” Timmothy inquired softly, scrutinising

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

chuckled, waiting for her to continue.

doesn’t matter whether I’m afraid of you or hate

of bitterness in her words, and strangely, it lifted his

enough, the dishes started arriving one by one.

ate her meal with genuine focus. Considering she had recently recovered from a severe illness, neglecting her

was quite refined and different from Nathael’s gracefulness, It had a touch of meekness, almost making

presence.

herself wondering about Timmothy’s past and how

the other items were cleared away, leaving

gazed at her, gently reminding her, “Don’t forget

the

she sighed. “Let’s

paper to sculpting, sourcing

to be hands–on. Unless it was for mass production, she usually handled it herself.

want to go back on her word.

and tried to take away what he wanted from Nathael again, what would

she do?

for Timmothy’s brooch. Maggie already had a

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

He often emitted a youthful aura, somewhere between man and boy, which was quite perplexing.

even reminded her of

you ever consulted a doctor?” Maggie inquired.