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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!

his suffering,

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

“It’s lunchtime. Should we

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

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

turned to Timothy and asked, “What would you like

out the window, appearing

might lighten your mood.

gaze on

afraid of me?” Timmothy inquired softly, scrutinising her

course, I am. I’m afraid that if your wires get crossed, you might want to lay me alive, or if you’re in a foul mood, you might go bother

waiting for

it’s pointless to be afraid. Fear won’t make me hate you, but pain will. Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether I’m afraid of you or hate you; one

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

the dishes started arriving one by one.

had recently recovered from a severe illness, neglecting

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

presence.

how he had evolved into person

items were cleared away, leaving only

at her, gently reminding her, “Don’t

the

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

sculpting, sourcing materials

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

agreed, she didn’t want to go back on

if he changed his mind and tried to take

she do?

for Timmothy’s brooch. Maggie already had a den in

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

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

he even

consulted a