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.

“My time is precious. I would rather spend every second with Nathael; I don’t have time to make a brooch for

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

you worried I’ll blame Nathael? Maybe I’ll take two of his fingers this time. Timmothy’s

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

tea didn’t reach his overly pale face but trickled

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Maggie directly, seemingly provoked by

but laugh. “Oh, so you get mad too? I thought you were indifferent to

aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you?” Timmothy spoke softly, taking the handkerchief offered by Samuel to wipe

on my deathbed;

like he’s a puppet you can control at will. Don’t forget–you’ve lost a leg before

was losing her mind with the impending breakup with Nathael. She was acting recklessly

reckless behavior. If it weren’t

guilty towards your father, so he’s been lenient with you repeatedly. But you should know better; don’t let your

you.

completely as he growled softly. He conceded? I never asked him to do that! I don’t

eyes were cold and clear as she looked directly at him. “He can win regardless; whether he

think he’s faultless,

Somebody will always love him! Timmothy,

like that?”

With

the

“Maggie!”

grab Maggie’s neck, clearly

was quick–even quicker than

like chickens pecking at each

movement, blocking

eyes, Timmothy glanced impatiently at the man beside

cold and distant. It seemed impossible to ruffle his emotions or make

met his gaze unwaveringly and said gently, “Mr. Harris, you’re an adult; you shouldn’t resort to

chuckled, his gaze shifting to Maggie