Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 The Pain of Losing What You Once Cherished

Maggie’s breathing intensified as she struggled to escape, yet found herself unable. With a sense of surrender, she braced herself for what was next.

As darkness enveloped them further, the rainfall intensified.

No one would see us, right?

When their lips connected, there was a gentle exchange of tenderness. Maggie placed her hands around. his neck, reciprocating his gesture with a tentative embrace.

Her approach was reserved, marked by a hint of reluctance. Upon their initial contact, she withdrew slightly in shyness, a reaction Nathael found too enticing to overlook.

“You’re quite the mischief,” he murmured, his hand moving gently down her spine in a soothing gesture.

The touch of his warm fingers, both strange and commanding, made Maggie shiver as though she were being brushed by faint electric charges, making her breath catch in her throat.

Unaware of how much time had passed, the space around them became charged with an indistinct

tension.

Resting

embodyinst his shoulder, Maggie took deep breaths. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, and she

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innocence and allure in a captivating balance.

you not wish to see me?” Nathael reclined in his seat and wrapped an arm around her, his voice raspy.

Maggie’s lashes fluttered as she murmured a soft “No,”

Deep down, she recognised her avoidance as a mere pretext. Had she genuinely desired to avoid him, she could have easily ended the call and ignored his attempts at contact.

Her introspection revealed a pattern of needless complication and evasion.

Maggie raised her eyes to observe him, his appearance strikingly handsome in its cold intensity, radiating a depth and gravity akin to a precious boon bestowed by fate. Whenever his piercing gaze locked with hers, it stirred profound feelings of warmth.

His prominent, straight nose and slender lips conveyed a mixture of assertiveness and aloofness, painting a portrait of a formidable and detached man.

Noticing the small abrasions marking his face prompted concern in her, leading her to inquire softly, “Who did this? What caused them to target your face?”

Maggie was unhappy.

Nathael’s smirk deepened as he met her gaze, asking, “Does it pain you to see me like this?”

Maggie remained silent, barely whispering, ‘Do you still harbour anger towards me?”

The revelation of her conversation with Ronald must have deeply upset Nathael. Right now, Maggie was feeling a twinge of guilt. She realised she should have sought to mend their relationship sooner, especially considering his forgiving’nature.

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Chapter 102 The Pain of Losing What You Once Cherished

Nathael’s response was a cold laugh as he tilted her chin upward, compelling her to meet his gaze. “Since you’re aware that I’m mad, why didn’t you seck me out?”

Maggie felt a knot form in her chest, remaining silent momentarily before admitting in a low voice, “I was

scared.”

Nathael looked into her eyes; his laughter tinged with irony this time. She had become quite the actress, more adept at deception than ever.

He might have fallen for her act if he had been unaware of her turning to Ericko.

Her once straightforward deceit had evolved, leaving him to ponder the blurred lines between sincerity and fabrication.

Was this a sign of her concem for him, a reason for him to feel contented?

During their exchange. Maggie felt an acute pain flare up in her stomach, and it was more severe than before. It was as though flames were engulfing her from within. It felt as if her stomach was contorting, and a layer of perspiration formed on her nose.

With a pained expression, she managed to articulate. “Nathael, my stomach is hurting.” Tears brimmed in her eyes as she clutched at his shirt, seeking some form of solace or relief.

Maggie’s appearance was so aggrieved that it seemed she might start crying at any second.

Caught off guard initially, Nathael quickly shifted gears, gently moving her back to the passenger seat and securing her seatbelt. His firm and resolute voice announced, “We’re heading to the hospital.”

Curled up in the seat, Maggie remained quiet. Gradually, her condition seemed to stabilize.