Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Les Star All Over Again, Shall We?

Chapter 369 Chickens Pecking

“It’s important to live in the moment; we can’t spend each day dwelling on violence and bloodshed, Timmothy remarked casually, folding his fan.

Maggie couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m surprised you have that kind of insight.”

“Is the brooch finished?” Timmothy’s demeanor shifted as he locked eyes with Maggie.

He looked like a child anticipating a gift, yet there was a hint of darkness lurking in his eyes.

It felt as though Timmothy might break Maggie’s neck at any moment if she didn’t give a satisfactory

answer.

Unfortunately, Maggie ignored the shadow in his eyes and replied straightforwardly, “I’ve been swamped lately.”

“Maggie!”

There was a hint of mockery in Maggie’s eyes as she calmly addressed the man with a deceptive face, “What’s wrong? You used to call my name so gently.”

Honestly, Maggie didn’t find it weird when he had that harmless and obedient appearance before.

But she had to admit that this demeanor suited him better.

In simpler terms, this was more like him.

For once, Timmothy was left speechless, staring intently at Maggie as if she were a rare object.

“Stop staring. Even if you stare, I won’t fancy you. Your face is fine, but your attitude is really off–putting. Plus; you’re late; I already fell in love with someone else.” Maggie’s words were firm, and she felt a sense of relief in silencing Timmothy.

Timmothy chuckled and reclined in his chair again. Under the cold snowlight, his pale face seemed even paler, almost devoid of color. “It’s been a month, and you haven’t even made a sketch?”

It was clear he was still fixated on that brooch.

I would rather spend every second with Nathael; I don’t have time to make a brooch

as he leaned back and looked at her, his eyes somewhat elongated, bearing a slight resemblance

take two of his fingers this time. Timmothy’s tone turned slightly

She splashed the warm tea from her cup onto Timmothy’s face in one

face but trickled down his almost colorless

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Rens Pecking

Maggie directly, seemingly provoked

couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, so you get mad too? I

Timmothy spoke softly, taking the handkerchief

self–deprecatingly. “I’m practically on my deathbed; what do I have

I can’t stand the way you talk about Nathael. Don’t act like he’s a puppet you

impending breakup with Nathael. She was acting recklessly when dealing

to justify your reckless behavior. If it weren’t

you should know better; don’t let your mind deteriorate along with your body. Don’t harm those who’ve conceded to

you.

He conceded? I never asked him to do that! I don’t need his pity. Does he think he could win if he didn’t

at him. “He can win regardless; whether he concedes or not, he’ll still

think he’s faultless, but he’s

retorted slowly, “So what? Somebody will always love him! Timmothy, has nobody ever loved

like that?”

With

anger flushed Timmothy’s eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

“Maggie!”

to grab Maggie’s neck,

Leo was quick–even quicker than Timmothy.

like chickens pecking at each other, Leo had been

movement,

glanced impatiently at the man beside Maggie.

It seemed impossible

and said gently, “Mr. Harris, you’re an adult; you

gaze shifting to