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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 wouldn’t preach kindness.

regardless of right or wrong, she didn’t want

softly, “It’s lunchtime. Should

her for a moment, then signalled the waiter and brought the menu. He reclined in his chair, his gaze

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herself, He’s a deranged lunatic. Don’t be fooled by his

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

the window, appearing impatient, and

It might lighten your

her words, Timmothy refocused his gaze on her, seemingly emerging from some emotional abyss.

afraid of me?” Timmothy

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

chuckled, waiting for her to

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

words,

dishes started arriving one

recovered from a severe illness, neglecting her well–being would only lead to more

refined and different from Nathael’s gracefulness, It had a touch of

presence.

found herself wondering about Timmothy’s past and how he had evolved into

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

her, gently reminding her,

the

paused, 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.

to sculpting, sourcing materials

pleasure in this process and preferred to be hands–on. Unless it was for mass production, she usually handled it herself.

didn’t want to go back on her

mind and tried to take away

she do?

already had a den in mind.

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

youthful aura, somewhere between man and boy, which was quite perplexing. However,

even reminded

consulted a doctor?”