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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

right or wrong, she didn’t want to

softly, “It’s lunchtime. Should we

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

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

dishes she enjoyed, then turned

glanced out the window, appearing impatient,

desserts, suggesting, “Let’s have some dessert. It might lighten your mood. If you’re feeling better, you might cause less trouble

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

you afraid of me?” Timmothy inquired softly, scrutinising

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 Nathael.”

waiting for her to

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 call

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

started arriving one by

ate her meal with genuine focus. Considering she had recently recovered from a severe illness, neglecting her well–being would only lead

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

presence.

how he

the other items were cleared away, leaving only desserts

at her, gently reminding her, “Don’t forget

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. I tend to take my time with these

on paper to sculpting, sourcing materials to crafting.

be hands–on. Unless it

want to go back on her word.

mind and tried to take away what he wanted from Nathael

she do?

Timmothy’s brooch. Maggie already had a

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

lifted her gaze to study him. 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

he even reminded her of Nathael….

ever consulted a doctor?” Maggie inquired.