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

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

blame Nathael? Maybe I’ll take two of his

this. She splashed the warm tea from her cup onto

tea didn’t reach his overly pale face but trickled down his almost colorless chin, staining his

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Rens Pecking

at Maggie directly, seemingly provoked by her.

so you get mad too? I thought you were indifferent to everything”

softly, taking the handkerchief offered by

deathbed; what do I have to

can’t stand the way you talk about Nathael. Don’t act like he’s a puppet you can control at will. Don’t forget–you’ve lost a leg

with the impending breakup with Nathael. She

If it weren’t

so he’s been lenient with you repeatedly. But you should know better; don’t let your mind deteriorate along with your body. Don’t harm those

you.

seemed thoroughly enraged. His face darkened completely as he growled softly. He conceded? I never asked him to do that! I don’t need his pity. Does

“He can win regardless; whether he concedes or not, he’ll still come

he’s

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

“Maggie!”

Maggie’s neck, clearly

quick–even quicker than Timmothy.

argument, like chickens pecking at each other, Leo had been watchful.

Timmothy’s movement, blocking

glanced impatiently at

distant. It seemed

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

chuckled, his gaze shifting to Maggie beside Leo.