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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.

he keenly sensed Maggie’s gaze upon

on your mind?” He inquired, turning towards her with a deep, resonant

“What else could occupy my thoughts but

chuckled, extending his hand to draw her from the sofa to the carpet, enveloping her

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

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cheeks as she turned her head to the side, her snow–white neck grazing

a

her gently and leading her towards the

bed, Nathael closed the door behind him. As he did, she reached to switch off the bedroom light, a twinge

his fingertips trailing lightly over her

evoked involuntary tremors

of pain lingered, torn between surrendering entirely to happiness and the relentless echoes of Iris‘ words in

felt as though both love and

playful banter and her own boldness in confronting him,

“Ehm…”

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

peered down at the woman beneath him, resembling both a radiant lily and an

of contradictions, forever stirring his

withou

volition

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confess, but he found pleasure in witnessing her flushed and occasionally teary–eyed responses to his teasing. Similarly, he wouldn’t

harbouring these unexplained hobbies, yet he refrained from divulging them to her, fearing her inevitable outburst that would banish

with intimate sounds. Within the darkness, Nathael’s silhouette stood stark,

… I’m tired…

no signs of relenting. With a firm grip on her slender waist, he

articulate it, but a peculiar unease always lingered within him, as though he feared losing her at

teetered on the brink

reason behind this sensation, especially when everything appeared

sporadic absent–mindedness, the hesitance

in this fleeting moment did he

her throat raw from crying, resembling a lifeless fish, devoid of any desire

clinging to her back, caught in

frustration within Maggie