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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.

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

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shadows of the past.

The Camerons will all

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

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

and quickly squeezed onto his lap. She held up a finger.

gentle as he looked into her eyes, curious about her intentions.

did you do

before. This wasn’t quite like the Maggie he

should have a different look

dream she harboured–a narrative crafted

the couch, Maggie nestled close, her voice a gentle

with enmity, nursed

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

fathom another means to convey it to him.

felt achingly real, haunting me like a relentless nightmare,

But when I learned it was Sierra, I felt compelled to

tightened as he gently kissed her forehead, his voice deep.

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

spoke volumes as he grasped her chin, lifting her face and kissing her deeply, savouring the

showering her with kisses that travelled from

her eyes, Maggie surrendered to the sensation, her breath quickening, overwhelmed by the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her body,

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378 Ever Thought

of

days. Come Christmas, their time together will be in

of emptiness

to stop him, subtly sidestepping to conceal the lingering bruises

enveloping her, Maggie felt a flutter in her lashes, a profound connection sparking between

breath hitched, yearning to lose herself

achy and worn, every inch of

nine in the evening. Nathael gently lifted Maggie into bed,

rest.

had no regard for

terrified of losing me?” Maggie sat up, studying the

reassurance.

serene smile, opting for silence.

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

a gentle gesture, Nathacl tousled her

Ever Thought About

on her waist tightening momentarily before his heart found-

shake the feeling that he was

with your schemes, Nathael’s volée

downward, a solitary tear tracing its path down

had shattered her world, and Sierra’s malevolence cut deeper than most. Yet

hugged Nathael tenderly, finding comfort in the subtle aroma of cedar

she murmured softly.

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

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

persisted, leaving deep wounds and

agonising ordeal, with her scars throbbing and aching, a haunting reminder of

to her–a realm where

was to atone for the regrets of her

gathered Maggie into his arms,

whisked away in a car, leaving behind a flurry of military and police personnel for

tenderly draped a thin blanket over Maggie’s shoulders, directing the driver to crank

on Maggie’s cheeks served as a stark reminder of the

she had accessories on. Though

hand firmly, his heart heavy with unspoken emotions and his demeanour distant and

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

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despite the lingering shadows of the

The Camerons will all

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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

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

gulped and quickly squeezed onto his lap. She held

looked into her eyes, curious about her intentions.

asked, “Why did

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

just an act, she should have a different

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

Sierra.

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

with enmity, nursed resentment,

slashed.” Maggie’s tone

fathom

me like a relentless nightmare, jolting awake bathed in cold

recognise her. But when I learned it was Sierra, I felt