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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 wouldn’t preach

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

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

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

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

glanced out the window, appearing impatient, and replied curtly,

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

words, Timmothy refocused his gaze on her, seemingly emerging

Timmothy

wires get crossed, you might want

chuckled, waiting for her to continue.

will. Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether I’m afraid of you or hate you; one call

a slight hint of bitterness in her words, and strangely, it lifted his spirits a bit.

enough, the dishes started

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

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

presence.

how he had evolved into person he was

were cleared away, leaving only desserts and juice.

gently reminding her,

the

it if he hadn’t brought it up. Meeting his intensel gaze, she sighed. “Let’s set a deadline for three

to sculpting, sourcing materials to

pleasure in this process and preferred to be hands–on. Unless it was for

she had agreed, she didn’t want to go back

tried to take away what he

she do?

brooch. Maggie already had a den in mind.

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

He often emitted a youthful aura, somewhere between man and boy, which was quite perplexing. However, under her scrutiny, he exuded a sense of depth and coldness, with a stern expression and intimidating

some ways, he even reminded her of Nathael….

consulted a