Chapter 227 First Meeting with Mr Hudson
Nathari halted his pen mid–stroke, raising his eyes to the woman captured in the portrait. The depths of her captivating gaze held a mix of curiosity and a subtle touch of mischief, her eyes exuding both depth.
and allure.
Upon locking eyes, Maggie was jolted back to the present moment, a faint flush creeping onto her cheeks.
Without giving her a chance to respond, Nathael chuckled and remarked, “I adore all the children you bring into this world, but a daughter, bearing your likeness, would undoubtedly capture my heart even more.”
Maggie shifted uncomfortably, remarking, “Don’t presume too much. I never said I intended to bear children for you.”
Nathael raised an eyebrow in a teasing manner and continued, “Then whom do you intend to bear children for? Joseph? Does he even deserve such a privilege?”
Maggie detected, perhaps for the initial time, the hostility emanating from him, as if daring to answer affirmatively would prompt him to throw her into the river to feed the fish without hesitation.
“Enough! I have no
her checks ablace,ire to engage in such discussions with you!” Maggie abruptly terminated the call,
cinbarrassment.
Unable to suppress her regret, she buried her face into the blanket and rolled away, wishing she could take back her words.
Moments later, her phone chimed with a new message notification.
Maggie clicked on the message and found it was from Nathael.
Crazy Old Fool Nathael: ‘Any plans for a little one? I’m here to assist.
Argh! How aggravating!
It was evident that Nathael was openly ridiculing me!
This is utterly humiliating!
I am a reserved girl….
After pondering for a while, Maggie nibbled on her lip and crafted a playful response..
To Nathael’s astonishment, her message appeared on his screen mere seconds after he had assumed she wouldn’t reply.
Maggie: I got it.
In that moment, Nathael found himself struck speechless, his gaze fixed on the message, a profound yearning tugging at his heartstrings.
Eventually, a chuckle escaped him, prompting him to rise from his seat. He ambled over to the window, where he lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he pondered in silence.
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The next morning. Maggie rushed home eagerly, cager to resume work on the brooch she intended to present to Nathael.
While her renged abode lacked ample space, it did boast a small guest room adjoining a storage area. Upon uncovering a hidden door, she ingeniously converted it into her very own jewellery workshop.
If anyone happened to visit, their natural assumption would be that it was merely a storage space, rendering it unlikely for them to stumble upon the covert workshop concealed behind its facade.
Following a bustling morning of crafting, there remained certain tasks that necessitated the use of professional tools back at the company.
Moreover, she had a meeting scheduled with Timmothy. After hastily finishing her meal, Maggie soothed her aching shoulders and set off to the address Timmothy had shared.
By one forty, she arrived at the designated location.
Timmothy’s house stood as a solitary villa, and what set it apart from the others was its exceptionally well- maintained courtyard.
It wasn’t the cramped, token–sized space. Rather, it was a generously large courtyard.
With some time to spare, Maggie wandered around the perimeter of the courtyard gate, contemplating that this space would be ideal for crafting a garden–like landscape.
Regarding the villa’s interior design, she contemplated that a fusion of modern and classic aesthetics might harmonise splendidly.
Yet, she mulled over whether Timmothy would appreciate such a fusion. Given his youthful demeanour, she surmised that many individuals of his age might not lean towards the classic style.
At that moment, the firmly closed door swung open from within.
Timmothy, dressed in a crisp white shirt, stepped out, wearing a smile as he warmly greeted Maggie, “Hi, Maggie.”
Maggie pivoted and made her way toward him. “You’ve arrived early.”
“Yes, I was wandering around the house when I caught sight of you upstairs, prompting me to hasten and welcome you,” Timmothy replied with a smile, guiding Maggie inside.
Despite his pale complexion, a subtle fragility lingered about him.
However, what truly distinguished him was his lively energy and youthful vigour, defying any notion of illness–induced decline or weakness.
Accompanying Timmothy, Maggie stepped into the courtyard. The trees and weeds within appeared slightly dishevelled, indicating a lack of recent decoration.
Despite the uneven ground, the spaciousness of the area provided an expansive view. Maggie envisioned its potential, imagining how transforming it into a garden landscape would enhance its beauty.
Before long. Timmothy Yonathan guided her indoors.
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It was apparent that Timmothy had likely acquired the house from a previous owner. While the upstairs remained unfinished, the first floor bore simple decorations, hinting at prior occupancy. The decor lacked a distinct style but exuded a sense of lived–in warmth.
“Mr. Timmothy, Ms. Adam,” an elderly man in his sixties addressed the tea, setting them gently upon the weathered ten table.
as he brought forth two cups of
The aroma of tea permeated the air, releasing comforting waves oth. Amidst the dilapidated
surroundings, it possessed a distinct charm of its own.
Maggie directed her gaze toward the elderly man as Timmothy introduced him, saying, “This is Mr. Hudson. He’s been looking after me since I was young. I credit much of my success to his unwavering care.
To me, Mr. Hudson is family. While I may not reside in this house for an extended period, I wish to ensure his comfort and allow him to retire here in tranquility.”
Timmothy turned his gaze to Maggie, his expression serious as he proceeded with the introduction.
“Nice to meet you. Mr. Hudson,” Maggie greeted warmly. The elderly man, with his grey hair and attire of simple linen, bore deep wrinkles on his face and faint spots on his cheeks, emanating an aura of reserved. gentleness.
However, it’s noteworthy that behind his facade lay eyes tinged with a sharpness, their yellowish whites. and dim pupils suggesting a temperament that might not always be amiable.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Adam,” Samuel Hudson nodded at Maggie before fixing his gaze upon her face, conducting a thorough assessment with careful scrutiny.
Maggie spoke gently. “If you intend to stay for the long haul, I’m wondering if you would appreciate a touch of classic aesthetics. I could install a bamboo awning along the villa’s outer wall to provide shelter, construct a platform beneath it where you could enjoy brewing tea over a mud stove. Additionally, we could excavate a pond in the yard, adorn it with lotus flowers, and populate it with red carp, adding an elegant touch to the surroundings.”
Samuel nodded in agreement, stating, “I shall adhere to Mr. Timmothy’s wishes.”
Upon hearing this, Timmothy pondered for a moment before chiming in, “I believe it’s an excellent idea. Even Anthony seems intrigued by the concept.”
Before proceeding upstairs to explore, Maggie took a moment to survey the layout of the first floor of the house. Just as she was about to ascend the staircase, she caught Samuel’s gaze fixed upon her face.
Maggie began to feel slightly uneasy under the prolonged scrutiny, finding his gaze bordering on impolite.
However, taking into account Samuel’s age and his extensive tenure of looking after Timmothy, Maggie reasoned that there must be a rationale behind his scrutiny.
“It appears you have been observing me intently. Is there an issue with my face?” Maggie inquired directly. turning her gaze towards Samucl.
Timmothy paused momentarily, glancing at Maggie’s face before directing his attention to Samuel beside him. He asked, “What’s wrong. Mr. Hudson?”
Samuel did not avert his gaze, keeping it steadfastly fixed on Maggie’s face. After observing her carefully for a while, he cautiously inquired, “May I examine Ms. Adam’s pulse?”
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“Examine my pulse? Maggie echoed, her curiosity piqued.
Timmothy elucidated, “Mr. Hudson hails from a family of medical practitioners and possesses great expertise in the field Given my persistent health challenges, my dad entrusted him with my care to aid in my recovery and well–being.”
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