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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.

overwhelmed by the intense waves

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despite the lingering shadows of

The Camerons will

grinned, poking fun

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

She held up a finger. “It won’t happen again.”

he looked into her

did you do

mulled over the whole incident before. This wasn’t quite like the

was just an act, she should have

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

Nathael settled onto the couch, Maggie nestled close, her voice a

with enmity, nursed resentment, showed kindness to Joseph, endured

eyes torn out, and my face slashed. Maggie’s tone softened, her words carrying the weight of

she couldn’t fathom another means

felt achingly real, haunting me like a relentless nightmare, jolting awake bathed

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

he gently kissed her forehead, his voice deep.

fell silent, then spoke softly. “From now

chin, lifting

guided her to the sofa, showering her with kisses that travelled from her lips

Maggie surrendered to the sensation, her breath quickening, overwhelmed by the intense waves

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378 Ever Thought About

one of the last moments of bliss she

was in two days. Come Christmas, their time together will be

sense of emptiness and tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

stop him, subtly sidestepping

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

hitched, yearning to lose

achy and worn,

the evening. Nathael gently lifted Maggie into bed, their shared

rest.

touch was light, as if she had no regard for boundaries, her fingers tracing the contours of

never answered my question. Are you secretly terrified of losing me?” Maggie sat up, studying the

of reassurance. “Why do

a serene smile, opting

anticipation of the future, a vision too precious to disrupt.

gentle gesture, Nathacl tousled her

Thought

his grip on her waist tightening momentarily before his heart found- its rhythm

fleeting moment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that

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

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

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

in the

it,” she murmured

Putting herself at risk was pointless, but she just wanted

life, she endured unfathomable despair, yearning for redemption. At times, she even prayed for a swift end, yet

Sierra’s cruelty persisted,

agonising ordeal, with her scars throbbing and

resembled hell to her–a realm where

for the regrets of her prior existence, longing

arms, bearing her away

a flurry of military and police personnel for evidence collection.

draped a thin blanket over Maggie’s shoulders, directing

a stark reminder of the cruelty

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

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

chased away the chill from her heart. Though the wounds may have closed, the

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lingering shadows

The

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

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

She held up a finger. “It

as he looked into her eyes, curious

“Why did you do

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

act, she should have a different look on

a recurring dream she harboured–a narrative

Sierra.

settled onto the couch, Maggie nestled close,

the Camerons, regarded you with enmity, nursed resentment, showed kindness to Joseph, endured Sierra’s whims, and obeyed Ronald’s every

and my face slashed.” Maggie’s tone softened, her words carrying the weight of a vivid recollection, a tale spun from her

felt like narrating fiction, she couldn’t fathom another

relentless nightmare, jolting awake bathed in cold sweat, trapped

I didn’t recognise her. But when I learned it was Sierra,