Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369 Chickens Pecking

“It’s important to live in the moment; we can’t spend each day dwelling on violence and bloodshed, Timmothy remarked casually, folding his fan.

Maggie couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m surprised you have that kind of insight.”

“Is the brooch finished?” Timmothy’s demeanor shifted as he locked eyes with Maggie.

He looked like a child anticipating a gift, yet there was a hint of darkness lurking in his eyes.

It felt as though Timmothy might break Maggie’s neck at any moment if she didn’t give a satisfactory

answer.

Unfortunately, Maggie ignored the shadow in his eyes and replied straightforwardly, “I’ve been swamped lately.”

“Maggie!”

There was a hint of mockery in Maggie’s eyes as she calmly addressed the man with a deceptive face, “What’s wrong? You used to call my name so gently.”

Honestly, Maggie didn’t find it weird when he had that harmless and obedient appearance before.

But she had to admit that this demeanor suited him better.

In simpler terms, this was more like him.

For once, Timmothy was left speechless, staring intently at Maggie as if she were a rare object.

“Stop staring. Even if you stare, I won’t fancy you. Your face is fine, but your attitude is really off–putting. Plus; you’re late; I already fell in love with someone else.” Maggie’s words were firm, and she felt a sense of relief in silencing Timmothy.

Timmothy chuckled and reclined in his chair again. Under the cold snowlight, his pale face seemed even paler, almost devoid of color. “It’s been a month, and you haven’t even made a sketch?”

It was clear he was still fixated on that brooch.

Maggie poured herself more tea and replied, “My time is precious. I would rather spend every second with Nathael; I don’t have time to make a brooch for you.”

Timmothy appeared displeased as he leaned back and looked at her, his eyes somewhat elongated, bearing a slight resemblance to Nathael.

“Aren’t you worried I’ll blame Nathael? Maybe I’ll take two of his fingers this time. Timmothy’s tone turned slightly resentful.

Maggie’s temper flared up upon hearing this. She splashed the warm tea from her cup onto Timmothy’s face in one swift motion.

The tea didn’t reach his overly pale face but trickled down his almost colorless chin, staining his clean clothes.

Rens Pecking

stared at Maggie directly, seemingly provoked by her.

Maggie couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, so you get mad too? I thought you were indifferent to everything”

“Maggie, aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you?” Timmothy spoke softly, taking the handkerchief offered by Samuel to wipe the water from his cheeks.

Maggie chuckled self–deprecatingly. “I’m practically on my deathbed; what do I have to fear?

“But honestly, I can’t stand the way you talk about Nathael. Don’t act like he’s a puppet you can control at will. Don’t forget–you’ve lost a leg before too.”

Maggie felt like she was losing her mind with the impending breakup with Nathael. She was acting recklessly when dealing with the Camerons and with Timothy as well.

“Also, Timmothy, don’t use other people’s concessions to justify your reckless behavior. If it weren’t for your father, do you think he’d keep conceding to you?

“Master Harris feels guilty towards your father, so he’s been lenient with you repeatedly. But you should know better; don’t let your mind deteriorate along with your body. Don’t harm those who’ve conceded to

you.