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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!

She had never experienced his suffering, so she wouldn’t preach kindness.

of right or wrong, she didn’t want to counsel Timmothy about forgiveness and kindness at this

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

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

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

dishes she enjoyed, then turned to Timothy and asked,

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

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

gaze on her, seemingly emerging from some

Timmothy inquired softly, scrutinising her

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

for

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

her words, and strangely, it lifted his spirits a

enough, the dishes started arriving one by

had recently recovered from a severe illness,

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.

past and how he had evolved into person he

items were cleared away,

her, gently reminding her, “Don’t forget about my brooch.”

the

his intensel gaze, she sighed. “Let’s set

paper to sculpting, sourcing materials to crafting.

hands–on. Unless

she didn’t want to go back on

take away what he wanted from Nathael again,

she do?

already

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

youthful aura, somewhere between man and boy, which was quite perplexing. However, under her scrutiny, he exuded

ways, he even reminded her of

consulted a