Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287 The Show Begins

Maggie’s heart was in her throat, but she appeared calmer than she felt.

After all, she had come to terms with the reality of the situation. Nathael’s life hung by a thread, and her own path was uncertain. What was there to fear, despite Timmothy being a madman?

She didn’t wish to contemplate that final step, yet her reddened eyes met Timmothy’s gaze with a steady resolve.

After a pause, Timmothy chuckled softly. He tossed the brooch back to her. He looked at her and said deliberately. “If the design of my brooch isn’t beautiful, I’d be upset.”

Maggie quickly caught it. As her anxiety slowly dissipated, she looked at the intact brooch in her hand.

She lowered her eyes. Her long lashes cast a shadow. She silently pocketed the object.

Once she had adjusted her attire, she saw that Timmothy’s wound was almost dealt with. Then, she stood up to continue the climb,

Walking beside her, Timmothy said, “If you deceive me, I’ll take Nathael’s.

His voice carried a note of delight and thrill, hinting at some unspoken excitement.

Maggie couldn’t help but glance at him. She felt a slight relief and said coldly, “If it ends up in his hands, it would be a feat for you to reclaim it.”

His words implied that he didn’t truly intend to kill Nathael.

Otherwise, why would he speak of taking something from a dead man?

Her mood lightened slightly at this statement. She softly asked, “What style do you like?”

Timmothy seemed taken aback by her serious question. After a moment of silence, he said, “The beautiful kind.”

Maggie snickered. She couldn’t resist looking at him again. Their eyes met. His pale pupils had a trace of carnestness akin to that of a fawn, devoid of any malice or madness, making all that had happened seem like a misconception.

He seemed like a child throwing a tantrum.

Forty minutes later, at the summit of Parbo Hill.

The peak was relatively flat, with a moderately old monastery built on top. In front of the monastery stood a thriving banyan tree.

There were vendors scattered around, selling their products. On one side was a lovers‘ bridge, heavy with multicolored locks that bore the weathering of sun and rain, fading from their original hues.

Near the bridge was a cafe offering simple drinks at a relatively cheap price. There were hardly any customers, which allowed the owner to enjoy the quiet.

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Chapter 287 The Show Begins:

Maggie considered the possibility of getting a message to Nathael without drawing attention.

Given the winding mountain paths, her chances of escape were slim, and even if she did manage to escape, it would take an uncertain amount of time to find anyone, which would be a waste of time.

For now, aside from the vendors and the cafe owner, there doesn’t seem to be any other hope.

At that moment, Timmothy approached her and relayed gently, “Nathael’s men are attempting to break into the factory.”

Maggic frowned. She turned towards him and quried, “You leave your men at the factory?”

He looked at her with a smile and asked rhetorically, “How else would Nathael believe you are inside?”

Inside the monastery, the scent of candles burning filled the air. The atmosphere was serene and deep.

Maggie stood before the towering statue. Her large eyes were tinged with redness.

She didn’t light any candles but simply balled her hands together.

She gazed at the statue for a long time before finally closing her eyes gently.

She hoped that if there were any divine beings overseeing this world, they would keep Nathael’s safety. If they could ensure his wellbeing, she was willing to exchange her life for his,

A sourness welled up in Maggie’s eyes.

Nathael had done nothing wrong; it was always hers. If there were to be any punishment, she was ready to take his place.

After lighting the candle, Timmothy returned to Maggie and asked, “What wish did you make?”