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Chapter 399 The Upside–Down Book

Mia lingered with Maggie until sunset. Their conversations revolved mostly around escape plans.

Maggie appeared to be more energetic because she was accompanied by someone.

However, as soon as Mia left, Maggie found herself gazing at the room and let out a sigh.

Nathael didn’t return for dinner, leaving Maggie to wonder whether she made him angry yesterday. With her appetite lacking, she ate haphazardly, barely tasting the flavours.

Determined not to let her mind wander, Maggie retrieved her sketchbook and began drafting designs.

She hadn’t made much progress on the brooch owed to Timmothy, but fortunately, she took solace in having ideas early on.

Maggie nestled on the sofa. She lowered her head and started sketching.

It didn’t take long for her to become engaged in her work. The chaotic thoughts no longer disrupted her, and the world seemed to quiet down.

The brooch she planned for Timmothy would also have two angles. Unlike Nathael’s double–faced design, Maggie’s design for Timmothy could be seen from both top and bottom angles.

From the upright position, it resembled an angelic silhouette, transitioning gracefully from light blue to white, with a deep blue sea hem; all embellished with diamonds.

When viewed upside down, it transformed into a demonic figure, enveloped in shades of blue and black, akin to a midnight harbinger.

The angelic view exuded brightness and hope, while the reversed perspective carried a depressed and dull. aura with a bit of treachery and temptation, attracting people into an involuntary fascination.

This concept had been brewing in her mind for a little while, though the precise image and details required multiple revisions to finalise.

She immersed herself in the drawing for more than two hours until Nathael returned around nine in the evening, snapping her concentration.

She didn’t raise her head, but his presence involuntarily commanded her attention, following his

movement.

Nathael didn’t bring flowers today, but he did bring a small cake for her. He delicately placed it on the coffee table; his dark eyes briefly looked at the woman on the sofa before he silently entered the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Maggie set aside her pencil, straightened up, and crouched by the coffee table, peering at the cake in the box.

hand, was about four inches, but its heart shape made it seem smaller. It was a delicate,

dressed in a suit, while the other

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she continued to gaze, her eyes inexplicably grew moist.

she shouldn’t touch the cake, much like the bouquet of flowers from yesterday. But she couldn’t. resist

front of the coffee table, Maggie stared at the cake for a long time and

her fingertips touched

what seemed like an eternity, Maggie finally retracted her hand,

away.

only a cake. The taste is basically

for reasons she couldn’t explain, her eyes stung, and

her lack of self–control. How do I become this emotional, unable to hold back my tears because I couldn’t eat the cake? Why do I still feel like this as an adult?

Pathetic!

I’m truly pathetic!

the bathroom, Maggie climbed onto the bed and took

to relieve the uneasiness.

a single

thought sent shivers

restraint with her.

of it made Maggie feel utterly

was truly

black silk long–sleeved pyjama, its lustrous surface gleaming in the warm light,

more.

the initiative to speak. Nathael picked up several documents and placed them on the bedroom table as if

a page of her book absent–mindedly, but her gaze was drawn to him.

tell if it was the calm before the storm or if

this moment. Maggie’s phone rang several times in

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messages flooding in.

sound was especially noticeable in the quiet room. Nathael’s hand, holding a pen, paused momentarily, his eyelashes quivered slightly as he didn’t look in her direction..

her phone, only to find messages from Lucas sent

you