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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

didn’t want to counsel Timmothy about forgiveness and

“It’s lunchtime. Should we order some food?”

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

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reminding herself, He’s a deranged lunatic.

enjoyed, then turned to Timothy

the window, appearing impatient,

It might lighten your mood. If you’re feeling better, you might cause less trouble for

to her words, Timmothy refocused his gaze on

of me?” Timmothy inquired softly, scrutinising her gaze.

that if your wires get crossed, you might want to

for her to continue.

whether I’m afraid of you or hate you; one call from you, and I’ll still come

noticed a slight hint of bitterness in her words, and strangely, it

the dishes started arriving

focus. Considering she had recently recovered from a

the meal was calm and quiet. Timmothy’s manner of eating was quite refined and different from Nathael’s gracefulness,

presence.

past and how he

items were cleared

gazed at 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

on paper to sculpting, sourcing

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

she didn’t want to go back on

his mind and tried to take away what he wanted from Nathael

she do?

brooch. Maggie already had a

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

was quite perplexing. However, under her scrutiny, he exuded a sense of depth and coldness, with a stern

some ways, he even reminded

a