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Chapter 378 Ever Thought About Me

Nathael felt a subtle shift in his throat, his grip on her waist tightening momentarily before his heart found- its rhythm again.

In that fleeting moment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to lose her forever.

“I’m done playing along with your schemes, Nathael’s volée came out hoarse, each word deliberate.

Maggie cast her gaze downward, a solitary tear tracing its path down her cheek.

Her thirst for vengeance against Sierra remained a mystery to everyone. The Camerons had shattered her world, and Sierra’s malevolence cut deeper than most. Yet she refused to let bitterness consume her.

Maggie hugged Nathael tenderly, finding comfort in the subtle aroma of cedar enveloping himn.

“I appreciate it,” she murmured softly.

Everyone else would think her determination–bordering obsession–was madness. Putting herself at risk was pointless, but she just wanted to be saved.

In her previous life, she endured unfathomable despair, yearning for redemption. At times, she even prayed for a swift end, yet it eluded her grasp.

No saviour appeared, and Sierra’s cruelty persisted, leaving deep wounds and enduring betrayals.

Each rainy night became an agonising ordeal, with her scars throbbing and aching, a haunting reminder of past torment.

The abandoned warehouse, its air thick with cold and must, resembled hell to her–a realm where her deepest wounds and painful past came to the forefront.

All she yearned for was to atone for the regrets of her prior existence, longing for salvation to arrive.

In response, Nathael wordlessly gathered Maggie into his arms, bearing her away from that desolate place.

Sierra was whisked away in a car, leaving behind a flurry of military and police personnel for evidence collection.

Inside the vehicle, Nathael tenderly draped a thin blanket over Maggie’s shoulders, directing the driver to crank up the heat.

The faint red marks on Maggie’s cheeks served as a stark reminder of the cruelty she had endured at Sierra’s hands.

Sierra’s nails were sharp as knives, and she had accessories on. Though inadvertent, her ruthless attacks left small gashes on Maggie’s face,

Nathael clasped her hand firmly, his heart heavy with unspoken emotions and his demeanour distant and impassive.

After returning home, Maggie sought solace in the shower, finding comfort in the warmth that chased away the chill from her heart. Though the wounds may have closed, the scars endured.

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spirits despite the lingering shadows of the past.

Sierra’s just the beginning. The Camerons will all pay.

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Nathael told the servants to cook up a big feast. Since Nathael wasn’t looking happy. Maggie grinned, poking fun at Nathael as they wrapped up their meal. “Yer worry about losing me?”

Already in a foul mood, Nathael shot her a look. There was no smile or twinkle in his eyes. There was only shadowy darkness.

Maggie gulped and quickly squeezed onto his lap. She held up a finger. “It won’t happen again.”

Nathael’s touch was gentle as he looked into her eyes, curious about her intentions.

Solemnly, Nathael asked, “Why did you do this?”

He mulled over the whole incident before. This wasn’t quite like the Maggie he knew. She didn’t seem like herself back then.

If it was just an act, she should have a different look on her face.

Maggie paused, deliberating, before revealing a recurring dream she harboured–a narrative crafted for

Sierra.

“Go on, Nathael settled onto the couch, Maggie nestled close, her voice a gentle murmur.

“In the dream, I toiled endlessly for the Camerons, regarded you with enmity, nursed resentment, showed kindness to Joseph, endured Sierra’s whims, and obeyed Ronald’s every command…

“But then, one day, I found myself kidnapped, my eyes torn out, and my face slashed.” Maggie’s tone softened, her words carrying the weight of a vivid recollection, a tale spun from her subconscious.

Though it felt like narrating fiction, she couldn’t fathom another means to convey it to him.

“In the dream, it all felt achingly real, haunting me like a relentless nightmare, jolting awake bathed in cold sweat, trapped in its grip.”

Maggie turned to Nathael, her voice barely above a whisper. “At first, I didn’t recognise her. But when I learned it was Sierra, I felt compelled to show that dreams and reality don’t align, and they crumble on their own.”

Nathael’s throat tightened as he gently kissed her forehead, his voice deep. “How are they different?”

Maggie fell silent, then spoke softly. “From now on, fear won’t hold me back.”

Nathael said nothing, but his actions spoke volumes as he grasped her chin, lifting her face and kissing her deeply, savouring the sweetness of her lips.

With a gentle yet firm touch, he guided her to the sofa, showering her with kisses that travelled from her lips to her chin, neck, and collarbone.

the sensation, her breath quickening, overwhelmed by the intense waves

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despite the lingering shadows of the

just the beginning. The Camerons will all pay

big feast. Since Nathael wasn’t looking happy, Maggie grinned, poking fun at

her a look. There was no smile or twinkle in his eyes. There was only shadowy darkness.

She held up

he looked into her eyes,

Nathael asked, “Why did you do this?”

This wasn’t quite like the Maggie he knew. She didn’t

should have a different look on

revealing a recurring dream she harboured–a narrative crafted

Nathael settled onto the couch, Maggie nestled close,

regarded you with enmity, nursed resentment, showed

then, one day, I found myself kidnapped, my eyes torn out, and my face slashed. Maggie’s tone softened, her words carrying the weight of a vivid recollection, a tale

narrating fiction, she couldn’t fathom another means to convey it

relentless nightmare, jolting awake bathed in cold sweat,

it was Sierra, I felt compelled to show that dreams and reality don’t align, and they crumble on their

forehead, his

then spoke softly. “From now on,

grasped her chin, lifting her face and kissing

yet firm touch, he guided her to the sofa, showering her with

overwhelmed by the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her body, relinquishing control of the

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Thought

of the last moments of bliss she could share with him.

two days. Come Christmas, their

leaving her with a sense of emptiness and tears threatening to spill

move to stop him, subtly sidestepping to conceal the lingering bruises on her

flutter in her lashes, a profound connection sparking between

lose

the aftermath left her feeling achy and worn,

the evening. Nathael gently lifted Maggie into

rest.

regard for boundaries,

secretly terrified of losing me?” Maggie sat up, studying the man by the headboard, her

hair behind her ear, his voice carrying a weight of reassurance. “Why do you dwell on such thoughts? We’ve got a lifetime ahead,

a serene smile, opting for

Nathael’s eyes, she glimpsed a shared anticipation of the future, a

gesture,

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a subtle shift in his throat, his grip on her waist tightening momentarily before his heart found- its rhythm

he couldn’t shake the feeling

playing along with your schemes, Nathael’s volée came out

gaze downward, a solitary tear tracing

vengeance against Sierra remained a mystery to everyone. The Camerons had shattered her world, and Sierra’s malevolence cut deeper than most. Yet she refused

comfort in the

it,” she

at risk was pointless, but she

her previous life, she endured unfathomable despair, yearning for redemption. At times, she even

Sierra’s cruelty persisted, leaving

with her scars throbbing and aching,

must, resembled hell to her–a realm where her deepest wounds and

for the regrets of her prior

response, Nathael wordlessly gathered Maggie into his arms,

behind a flurry of

thin blanket over Maggie’s shoulders, directing the

on Maggie’s cheeks served as a stark reminder of the cruelty she had endured

were sharp as knives, and she had accessories on. Though inadvertent,

heavy with

shower, finding comfort in the warmth that chased away the chill from her heart. Though the wounds may have

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shadows of the past.

The Camerons

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grinned, poking fun

mood, Nathael shot her a look. There was no smile or

She

looked into her eyes, curious about her

“Why did you

wasn’t quite like the

was just an act, she should have a different look

revealing a recurring dream

Sierra.

the couch, Maggie nestled close, her voice a gentle murmur.

for the Camerons, regarded you with enmity, nursed

slashed.” Maggie’s tone softened, her words carrying the weight of a vivid

fiction, she couldn’t fathom another means to convey it to

relentless nightmare, jolting

But when I learned it