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Chapter 373 Sierra’s Scheme

When evening fell, Maggic hastened to shower upon her return, anticipating Nathael’s imminent arrival.

After all, the aroma emanating from her medicine concoctions during her clinic hours was quite potent. She couldn’t shake off the strong medicinal scent clinging to her body.

Upon completing her shower, Nathael returned, prompting her arms to instinctively clench.

Observing the long–sleeved pyjamas she had donned, effectively concealing the needle punctures on her arm, she eased into a sense of relief.

“Did you arrive back? Why didn’t you call me?” Nathael enfolded her tenderly, his hands finding solace on her waist, and tenderly planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I arrived home recently. Leo offered me a lift, so I refrained from troubling you.”

Nathael chuckled, his gaze intensifying. “You appear quite familiar with him.”

Maggie leaned in, her arms encircling his neck as she planted a gentle kiss on his lips, whispering, “It doesn’t compare to being close to you.”

A shadow flickered across Nathael’s eyes. The notion of her intimacy with others ignited a fierce jealousy within him.

“You naughty girl!” His voice rumbled, low and husky, as he swept her up and placed her gently on the dining table. His fingers lightly gripped her chin before capturing her lips in a kiss.

“Did you have a good day today?” Nathael inquired softly.

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“Yes, I did. Now, off to the shower with you,” Maggie replied, cautious not to divulge too many details to him.

As Nathael showered, she perused the vegetables in the refrigerator, swiftly preparing two dishes and a soup.

Following their meal, Maggie settled into the living room, engrossed in a movie, with Nathael by her side, multitasking with his work.

Yet Maggie found herself unable to focus on the movie before her.

How could she delicately approach the topic of breaking up? The overwhelming displays of affection made crafting a reason for the breakup exceedingly challenging.

Her gaze lifted to the man seated beside the coffee table. His countenance. exuded an air of icy precision. His visage was pristine and striking, as if sculpted by divine hands. His chiselled nose, elevated and elegant, possessed a delicate refinement uncharacteristic of masculinity.

However, when viewed head–on, his demeanour lacked any hint of femininity. His sharp eyes held a depth akin to the abyss, inexplicably captivating.

in the movie, he keenly sensed Maggie’s gaze

inquired, turning towards her

out of her reverie, flashing a mischievous grin. “What else could occupy my thoughts but admiring your stunning features?”

hand to draw her from the

around her, planting a tender kiss on her earlobe before murmuring in a low tone, “Do

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crept across Maggie’s cheeks as she turned her head to the side,

a

Nathael beamed, lifting her gently and leading her towards the bedroom

closed the door behind him. As he did, she reached to switch off the

fingertips trailing lightly over her skin, sending tingles of electricity

soft and moist lips evoked involuntary tremors in Maggie

pang of pain lingered, torn between surrendering entirely to happiness and the relentless echoes of

day, it felt as though both love and life were hurtling towards an inevitable conclusion.

Timmothy’s playful banter and her own boldness in confronting him, Maggie couldn’t afford to underestimate the weight of their

“Ehm…”

himself, Nathael elicited an involuntary moan from Maggie, who instinctively tightened

at the woman beneath him, resembling both a radiant lily and an enigmatic blossom in a

of contradictions, forever stirring his longing to conquer

withou

volition

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but he found pleasure in witnessing her flushed and occasionally teary–eyed responses to his teasing. Similarly, he wouldn’t concede to enjoying the imprint he left on her

never anticipated harbouring these unexplained hobbies, yet he refrained from divulging them to her, fearing

night enveloped them in its profound embrace, the room resonating with intimate sounds. Within the darkness, Nathael’s silhouette stood stark,

I’m tired… ”

a hint of tears. Yet he showed no signs of relenting. With

but a peculiar unease always lingered within him, as though he feared losing her at any given moment.

on the brink

the reason behind this sensation, especially when everything appeared

hesitance

he

the bed, her throat raw from crying, resembling a lifeless fish, devoid of

in

frustration within Maggie