Chapter 239 Tired of Me?
Maggie wished she could immediately find a place to hide, instinctively turning her head away.
Instead, she was met with a chaotic crowd doling out compliments, casually parked luxury cars, and the steep mountain path.
How had he managed to find her?
She had already gotten rid of Nolan.
Feeling somewhat dizzy, Maggie’s mind began to go blank in waves.
“Mr. Caleb, you’re a very skilled driver.”
She overheard Nathael’s voice as he approached and shook hands with Leo.
“Mr. Harris, you’re too kind, Leo responded, his handshake gentle and his demeanour calm.
Closing her eyes. Maggie felt a bittersweet shift from joy to sorrow.
She had been dreading seeing him, but ultimately, he had come looking for her.
Now, her only solace was that Leo had accompanied her, preventing her from breaking down in tears at the sight of Nathael.
“Maggie,” came Nathael’s deep voice from behind her.
Bracing herself. Maggie turned around, her vision blurry as she faced him. “Nathael.”
His dark eyes intently focused on her, he slowly asked, “Are you having fun?”
“It’s okay…” Maggie replied, feeling an inexplicable guilt as she uneasily examined his expression.
Would he be angry!
Would he be upset?
The brief moment of bravado she had felt when turning off her phone had now dissolved into anxiety and
unease.
“I’ll take you home,” Nathael declared, reaching out to grab her wrist and gently pulling her to his side.
Maggie didn’t speak, she simply thought for a moment and nodded in response.
Nathael’s gaze shifted to Leo, his eyes deep with intensity. “Thank you, Mr. Caleb, for looking after her. However, I hope next time you will refrain from involving her in such dangerous activities.”
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Leo’s expression remained cool, his pale eyes a stark contrast to Nathael’s. They appeared gentle and harmless, but on closer inspection, one might find his gaze colder than the moonlight, as if he were merely an observer of the world, detached from everything around him.
As Nathael spoke, Maggie quickly interjected, “It was me who asked him to take me.”
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legs go weak, prompting her to awkwardly look away.
“Let’s go, we’re going home.” Nathael stated firmly, gripping her hand tightly.
Maggie cast a glance at Leo, then departed with Nathael.
Leo waved at her and spoke softly, “Call me if you need anything.”
Maggie nodded subconsciously, feeling Nathael’s grip on her wrist tighten simultaneously.
As Nathael ushered her into the car, Maggie could distinctly sense his anger.
In the dim light of the car, Maggie turned and stealthily observed Nathael’s stern profile.
His jaw was clenched tightly, his pupils were dark, and he exuded an imposing yet restrained presence, as if silently enduring something.
He looked up at her and asked in a deep voice, “Is this why you turned off your phone?”
His tone was low but imbued with a sternness that was hard to place. Maggie’s eyes welled up, and she lowered her head in a gesture of guilt, murmuring, I was wrong. It won’t happen again.”
To her, this confrontation was unexpected, a dramatic twist of fate.
But for Nathael, it represented her baffling disappearance, her ignoring of calls, and even her shutting off her phone.
Her apology seemed docile and sincere, yet it echoed the many times she had smoothly talked her way out of past predicaments.
Nathael studied her clear eyes, struggling momentarily to determine if her remorse was genuine.
Then, he looked away, his lips pressed tightly together, and stared out the window. He pulled a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips.
In a swift motion, Maggie reached out, plucked the cigarette from his mouth, tilted her head, and brought her bright, expressive face close to his, stopping barely an inch from his handsome features.
“Am I not as pretty as the view outside?” Maggie asked, moving closer to Nathael.
He could now catch the faint scent of alcohol on her breath mixed with the perfumed air of the nightclub.
Nathael remained still, silent, his dark eyes quietly observing her.
Feeling the discomfort rising within her, Maggie softly pleaded, “Can you stop being mad? I don’t want you to be upset.”
If he continued to ignore her, Maggie felt the tears might start at any moment.
Nathael’s eyes were deep, his tone self–mocking as he said, “Don’t you want to ignore me? Are you tired of me? Or do you think Leo is better?”
His words weren’t particularly harsh, but they caused a sharp sting in Maggie’s nose as tears began to well up in her eyes.
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She bit her lip, fell silent, and obediently leaned back in her seat, turning her head to look out the window.
The car sped along the mountain road, leaving behind the noisy crowd and the lights.
The surroundings grew darker, and the black mountain forest enveloped them in silence and stillness.
Maggie continued to gaze out the window, lost in thought. Tears swirled in her eyes, but she managed to keep them from falling.
Her heart felt congested and painfully swollen.
It was unclear whether it was because of the cruel truth that her days were numbered or because of Nathael’s self–mocking words earlier.
She wondered if she had ever provided him with enough security or if she had been the only one to hurt him from the beginning to the end.
Maggie couldn’t help but recall her past life, remembering his fate in that life.
Thinking of her past life made her feel suffocated.
To Nathael, she seemed more like a curse, burdening him in life and even in death.
Maggie never understood what made her flawed self so valuable in his eyes.
Feeling slightly dizzy, she unconsciously leaned back in her seat and drifted into sleep..
Listening to her breathing become steady, Nathael turned to look at her and let out a soft sigh.
“Turn up the air conditioning.” Nathael requested quietly.
“Right away.” Alex replied immediately.
The car then settled into a deep silence, broken only by the soothing sounds of piano music playing in the background.
Maggie slept fitfully, her rest disturbed by a recurring nightmare about a day from her past life when Sierra had tortured her.
The sensation of a knife slicing through her face was vivid, and even after the wounds had healed, they would itch unbearably on rainy days..
The eye that had been gouged out was hideous, a far cry from the beautifully blurred eyes often depicted
on television.
By that point, she could no longer see.
Yet Maggie knew that if she had been able to see, she would have loathed herself, felt overwhelming fear, and suffered from nightmares.
Aware of her aversion to rainy nights, Nathael would always make it a point to come home early to be with her, sometimes merely sitting by her side as he worked on his documents. Maggie found his presence immensely comforting.
Suddenly, the dream shattered. shifting abruntly to a scene where losenh was strapping explosives onto.
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her.
Nathael was summoned, and it seemed all the past tragedies were poised to replay themselves.
“No!” Maggie cried out, abruptly waking up.
She gasped for air, took a moment to look around, and slowly exhaled a sigh of relief upon realising where
she was.
“Did you have a nightmare?” Nathael asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
Maggie stared at him blankly, comforted to see him safe and sound before her.
Perhaps it was the combination of the lengthy dream and too much alcohol that left her voice hoarse and her throat painfully sore.
She turned to look out the window, silent, only to discover that it had indeed started to rain while she was asleep.
Noticing her silence, Nathael paused for a moment before tentatively asking. “Are you mad at me?”
Maggie turned back to face him, catching the unease and caution in his eyes. At that moment, tears suddenly and uncontrollably began to stream down her face.
