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Maggie froze for a few seconds, and only then did she notice his calm demeanor, his eyes deep and obscure, apparently unmoved by her seduction.
Her throat tightened, and she found herself momentarily speechless.
his man, who usually succumbed easily to her charms, now appeared frighteningly indifferent.
Despite her efforts to arouse desire, he showed no signs of being swayed.
“Compensate me?” Nathael let out a self–deprecating laugh, his eyes icy.
Maggie couldn’t speak for a long time. She only managed to say, “If you don’t want to, then just forget it.”
The awkwardness of rejection, the embarrassment of her motives being seen through, or perhaps the frustration of her thoughts being a tangled mess–Maggie’s mood couldn’t be worse at this point.
Nathael wasn’t any better.
Maggie lay down on the bed, her back to him, and fell silent.
Nathael swallowed, as if he wanted to say more. In the end, all that came out was “get some sleep..
After the sound of the door being closed and she being left alone in the room, Maggie’s tears fell, betraying her emotions.
She never knew she could be so prone to tears.
Even with her eyes gouged and her beauty destroyed, she had not cried as much in her past life as she had. in these recent days. It felt as if she had tasted every imaginable flavor of sorrow that life could offer.
She’d been rejected, hadn’t she?
At a time when she was willing to advance, but he was not.
Maggie tossed and turned in bed for a long time, but she couldn’t sleep. Eventually, she got up, poured herself a drink, and went to the study to continue working on the brooch she was designing for him.
After some hammering and tinkering, the brooch was nearly complete, with just a few details left to finish.
Maggie looked at the brooch in her hand. Its main stone was a sapphire, complemented by yellow diamonds. She momentarily fell into a trance.
Was he angry?
Yes, he probably was.
Just then, Joyce’s call came through. Maggie hesitated for a few seconds before answering, “Maggie, I’m
back in town.”
Her voice was soft and pleasant.
“Are you home? Shall I pick you up?” Maggie stood up instinctively, but then she remembered that Joyce
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at the airport.
“I’m home. Mia mentioned your foot injury: should I come to see you?” Joyce asked warmly, her voice ast refreshing as the air after a rain, always a comfort.
“Sure, bring Mia with you. The two of you can stay at my place tonight.”
With Joyce’s return, Maggie’s sour mood lifted a bit.
Joyce had been diligently working in the entertainment industry. Although she wasn’t currently at the top of the fame ladder, she still had a level of recognition, which meant she had to keep a low profile. When she was in Aquapolis, they usually just gathered at home.
Maggie let out a soft exhale. Despite her discomfort, she managed to tidy up the room. Later, she requested the delivery of a few dishes from their favorite private kitchen.
Half an hour later, Joyce arrived.
A slender figure in a hoodie and cap stood at the door, a large black mask covering her face, her head. slightly bowing out of habit.
When Maggie opened the door, tears welled up in her eyes.
“Joyce!”
Maggie gave her a big hug. Joyce hugged her back, revealing eyes as radiant as dew in the morning sun.
“Maggie, it’s been a while, Joyce said warmly, her eyes filled with joy.
Maggie welcomed her in. Joyce changed her shoes, removed her coat and hat, and also took off the mask on her face.
Underneath was a woman with casually tousled, chestnut hair and a cool and distant visage. Her eyes sparkled like stars; her nose was high, and her hips had a faint tint to them.
Each of her features, while not stunning individually, combined to create a striking beauty.
The entertainment industry was never lacking in beauty, but Joyce undeniably stood out with an ethereal grace. An aura of detached coolness surrounded her, soothing yet not easily approachable.
Like an angel, she was the type to be admired from a distance but not to be trifled with.
“I’ll take a shower. Mia said she’s getting us some wine and will be here soon.” Joyce spoke softly.
Knowing she must be weary from the long flight, dodging fans, and tensed up until now, Maggie couldn’t. help but feel a twinge of sympathy
Tll get the clothes for you,” Maggie offered gently…
“I can get them. What happened to your foot?” Joyce asked, clearly worried about her injury.
“That’s a long story.”
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Shortly after. Mia directed the driver, who was carrying an array of wine bottles, to set them down.
Maggie could only sigh inwardly.
She knew all too well that Mia was never one to sit still.
Joyce, my darling. I’ve missed you so much! You’ve been gone for such a long time, leaving me and Maggie alone to fend for ourselves. That’s cruel of you!”
Maggie couldn’t help but laugh. She teased, “There are two of us, and you couldn’t describe that as alone.”
Mis kicked off her shoes and started arranging the wine on the coffee table. She rebuked, “Then what? Single? Now you and Nathacl are a pair, all lovey–dovey, and I’m left to entertain myself with my boyfriends every day!”
Joyce chuckled and asked, “Aren’t they delightful?”
Maggie fell silent for a few seconds.
Mia pouted and occupied the sofa. She said, “It’s fun at first, then it gets old.”
Maggie was used to Mia’s antics. Her friend was a spoiled, rich girl with money to burn.
“Your young boyfriends will be devastated when they hear this,” Joyce remarked.
Mia propped her head up with one hand, grumbling, “If they can’t make me happy, that’s on them. I’m the one spending the big bucks here!”
After chatting for a while longer, Joyce headed to take a shower.
Mia had already freshened up at home, so she simply changed clothes and joined Maggie at the coffee table to watch a romantic movie, snacking and sipping.
“Maggie, are you upset? Your eyes are so red. Did that jerk bully you?” Mia asked.
She frowns as she scrutinizes her friend.
Just then, Joyce emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. “I’m hungry, she announced.
“If I could snap a few shots of you fresh out of the bathroom and sell them, those rich kids would go crazy.” Mia teased Joyce.
Joyce laughed and replied, “Alright. Sell them and split the money with me.”
Maggie remained silent, but the conversation reminded her of a memory from her past life involving Joyce.
Indeed, Joyce drew heirs and scions. Perhaps it was her rare celestial aura and aloof demeanor that ignited the desire for conquest in those born into wealth who could easily obtain anything they desired.
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