Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234 It Brings More Pain

A sense of unease gripped Maggie, her chest constricted with anxiety.

The prospect of encountering Nathael again intensified her uncase.

“Sure,” she replied promptly.

In a swift decision, Maggie sought solace in distraction.

That night, Maggie and Mia hit up one of Aquapolis’s hottest clubs, discovering Leo and Lucas already

there.

“Joyce is wrapping up her filming overseas, and she’ll be back soon,” Mia shared, perusing the menu.

“That’s a good news,” Maggie remarked, uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring generous servings for all.

Meanwhile, Lucas, donned in a black hoodie and duckbill cap, remained immersed in his laptop. His youthful face bearing a distant, pale expression.

Quiet and introspective, Lucas seldom shared much. Maggie had faith that he’d keep her request for information confidential.

Leo, clad in a light gray suit with a few shirt buttons undone, seemed less welcoming to strangers, his usual. warmth overshadowed by a touch of arrogance. His gaze, akin to bright moons, oscillated between distant chilliness and occasional softness, lingering on Maggie.

“Don’t fixate on me, just enjoy your drink,” Maggie cautioned. She’d always been on guard when he gazed at her.

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In the intricate dance of understanding, while Nathael and his brother wielded the decipher minds, Leo held an unmatched comprehension of Maggie’s inner workings.

With Leo, Maggie discovered a sanctuary, confident that he’d safeguard her confidences, even if they pierced his own heart.

But… could she be causing him pain too?

Reminiscing about their shared history, Maggie recalled Leo’s usual aloofness, punctuated by moments of reckless abandon upon the revelation of what Nathael did.

Steering clear of his penetrating gaze, Maggie allowed herself to unwind with Mia.

Immersed in the allure of foreign wines, they relished each sip from over a dozen bottles, exploring a spectrum of flavours.

As vibrant performances illuminated the stage, the dim lights woven a hypnotic atmosphere around the

audience.

In her quest for intoxication, Maggie sensed her movements gradually slowing, a paradoxical effect of her

efforts.

Yet, as often happens, the pursuit of inebriation led to a curious clarity.

in the glow of a cigarette.

The impending fallout weighed heavily on everyone’s minds,

“Maggie, my dad’s at it again. I caught him red–handed with some woman in a hotel,” Mia revealed, sprawled on the couch with an XO bottle in hand.

He: mood clearly soured, Mia leaned heavily on Maggie, who seemed lost in thought.

“It’s not the first time, so why bother making a fuss now?” Mia sighed, frustration evident in her voice. That woman is even worse than my mom.

Maggie reached over, tousling Mia’s hair and drawing her close. “Mr. Jordan won’t bring her home, and she’s not your mom.”

Mia sighed, opting for silence.

Jordan wasn’t exactly a model of virtue, but he had always treated Mia kindly. Despite lavishing affection. on her late mother, he sought solace in another woman less than three years after her passing.

Whether it was fleeting infatuation, commitment–phobia, or genuine affection, Jordan had a history of flings. Marriage was never in his plans, signalling his aversion to commitment. He wasn’t exactly faithful, but he didn’t deceive anyone either.

Mia found it all quite irritating.

Mia, have you ever thought about the fact that we’ll all kick the bucket one day?” Maggie’s voice was soft.

“Pift, who hasn’t pondered death? They say you won’t need much sleep in life because you’ll catch plenty of Z’s after you’re gone. So, gotta make that bed comfy for the long nap,” Mia replied, her gaze fixed lazily on the vibrant, surreal stage, resembling a beautiful Persian cat.