Chapter 262 What Do You Take Me For?
Maggie clenched her teeth, her eyes reddening, as she looked at him and said. “You’re right, I don’t like having no privacy in front of you. It makes me feel like I’m just a possession of yours, expected to follow your every arrangement.”
Nathaci was taken aback, a surge of uncontrollable disappointment washing over him.
But wasn’t this the normal reaction?
His dark. beautiful eyes, as always, carried some kind of extreme restraint.
Maggie didn’t dare meet his gaze, knowing the disappointment and hurt in his brooding eyes would be Too much to bear.
“Or. Nolan can stay by my side, but if he chooses to stay, he has to follow my arrangements and commands.”“
Maggie spoke again, trying to find some middle ground.
As soon as the words left her mouth, they seemed to be more hurtful..
Nolan’s presence seemed to bother her more than he did.
Maggie didn’t dare look at him. She sat on the bed, hugging her knees, and stared blankly at her ankles.
She really hated this kind of upsetting mess.
But then, should she tell him she’s dying soon? Could she?
In her previous life, he didn’t live more than a month or two after her death. After he avenged her, Nathael took his own life at her grave. How could she say it out loud?
After all, she wanted him to live and experience the life they both never had, to resolve the regrets they
once shared.
To see what the world would be like decades later, or perhaps to find another woman who could grow old with him.
At this thought, tears formed in Maggie’s eyes.
She didn’t want to, nor was she willing to–if possible, she wanted to be with him for a lifetime, indulging in his tolerance at will.
But it seemed that fate always had a way of mocking her, unwilling to grant her such an opportunity.
“Alright, as you wish,” Nathael finally broke the silence, speaking slowly.
As his words fell, Maggie’s tears uncontrollably spilled over. She looked up at him with a smile and asked, “You’re clearly not happy. Why agree and agree so readily?”
She wasn’t anything special; he didn’t need to degrade himself like this.
If he wanted, there were plenty of women out there, like Beth, who were willing to obey his every
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Nathael sighed softly, reaching out to wipe the tears from her face.
Why are you crying? I’ve already granted your wish.”
His voice was soft and hoarse, deep, yet carried a trace of coaxing.
Maggie tarned her head away, but she started to cry even harder; tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably
It was precisely because he had granted her wish that she felt so sad.
Just like countless times before, even though he knew she had ulterior motives and was full of schemes, he still indulged her every whim and fulfilled her desires.
And then he was disappointed again and again, hurting over and over.
But even so, he never once let her go.
Nathael gently tumed her head back. He carefully dried her tears and said softly, “Don’t cry; I can’t bear to
see you cry.
Maggie sniffled. She looked at him and asked, “Aren’t you angry at me?”
Nathael fell silent.
Of course, there was anger, but compared to his rage, perhaps what overwhelmed him were feelings of sorrow and disappointment.
Since he remained silent, Maggie knew he must be upset
Just then, her phone buzzed to life on the nightstand. The caller’s ID, Timmothy, flashed across the
screen.
Nathael’s jaw tightened at the sight, and the lines on his face hardened.
Maggie silently cursed Timmothy as she quickly ended the call.
The room returned to its eerie stillness. It was so profound that Maggie was at a loss for words. Anything she could say seemed weak and futile.
Then the notifications from WhatsApp rang repeatedly. Without even looking, Maggie knew it had to be Timmothy.
Nathael’s eyes darkened as he asked solemnly, “Can you not see him?”
Maggie averted her gaze, offering do reply but silence.
She understood that, if she agreed, Nathael could provide her with considerable protection. But would that ensure her safety forever?
Living in a golden cage wasn’t a permanent solution, and even such luxuries weren’t always safe.
Besides, if Timmothy was determined to cause trouble, how could he give up so easily?
After a prolonged silence Nathael finally spoke again I should vo
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He adjusted the blanket over her and reminded her, “Call me if you need anything. If cooking becomes at hassle, have Nolan get something for you.”
With that, he seemed hesitant to say more, withdrawing his gaze and turning to leave.
A sense of emptiness settled in Maggie’s chest. Despite his cold and mocking demeanor in her previous. life, Nathael’s current behavior was surprisingly considerate.
Yet she couldn’t shake off a profound sense of misery, as if she were on the brink of losing him.
Was she disappointing him after all?
In the somber silence of the room, laden with gloom like a heavy cloud before a storm, Maggie felt
suffocated
As Nathael prepared to leave, she instinctively reached out and clasped his hand.
Nathael met her gaze, observing the tear tracks on her face and the moisture in her eyes, likely from recent crying. Despite her tears, her eyes were bright and clear, and her lips were rosy and unconsciously pursed.
Their eyes met. Maggie found her courage somewhere, and she pulled him back down onto the bed.
Before Nathael could react, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his.
They had never truly been together before, and in that moment, she suddenly wanted to be with him.
With so many regrets in their past lives, if time was short in this one, why not seek bliss sooner?
Maggie didn’t want to admit it, but perhaps she sought to ease her own uneasiness with this act.
See, she was an egoist, a complete and utter self–serving rascal!
Maggie closed her eyes and savored the kiss.
In her past life, he had kissed her many times, but mostly they weren’t fond memories. Often it was when she had infuriated him, and with her body in a broken state, he had no other way to vent but through this
means.
And she was always full of resentment; she would resist and struggle when he advanced.
She never really took the time to enjoy it, let alone respond to him.
Maggie reached to unbutton his shirt, her fingers tracing his toned abs; her touch was green yet provocative,
She failed to notice that Nathael hadn’t moved. He just watched her with a murky gaze.
It wasn’t until Maggie reached for his belt that Nathael looked down and captured her hand. He said with a deep voice, “That’s enough.”
Maggie paused, staring at him in a daze.
With a complex look in his eyes, Nathael met her gaze and a
