Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 239

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.