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.

spend every

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

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

flared up upon hearing this. She splashed the warm tea from her cup

trickled down his almost colorless chin, staining his clean

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at Maggie directly, seemingly

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

afraid I’ll hurt you?” Timmothy spoke softly, taking the handkerchief offered by Samuel to wipe

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

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

Nathael. She was acting recklessly when dealing with

to justify your reckless behavior. If it weren’t for your father, do you think he’d keep conceding

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.

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

can

“You think he’s faultless, but he’s not.

“So what? Somebody will always love him! Timmothy, has

like that?”

With

Timmothy’s eyes, and the veins

“Maggie!”

grab Maggie’s

was quick–even quicker than

like chickens pecking at each

Timmothy’s movement, blocking his

eyes, Timmothy glanced impatiently at the

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

gently, “Mr. Harris, you’re an adult;

shifting to Maggie beside