Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395 The Plan

The next day, around noon.

Maggie slept in until the sun was high up, only to be jolted awake by a text message. She sluggishly lifted her heavy ann to bloc

the sunlight streaming in, feeling like she’d just crawled out of a grave.

Everything hurt, a dull ache spreading throughout her body.

From her throat to her arms, from her mouth to her legs, her mind felt fuzzy and sluggish, like thick goo.

Her eyes were probably still swollen, making it uncomfortable to open them.

Just the thought of Nathael’s antics from last night made Maggie feel furious, her fingers trembling with anger.

She tried to push herself up from the bed, but as soon as she exert any force, she sucked i of cold air.

a sharp breath

There was a deep bruise on her wrist, now turning purple, and the couple’s red string bracelet on her wrist couldn’t hide it at all.

“D’mmit!”

Maggie couldn’t help but mutter, feeling like her whole body was as heavy as lead.

Noticing Nathael wasn’t around, Maggie grabbed her phone from the bedside table and checked it.

It was a message from Mia: ‘Maggie, is Nathael home today? I want to swing by!

Maggie quickly replied: Just woke up. Let me see. I’ll get back to you soon.‘

After a quick freshen–up, feeling a bit woozy, Maggie headed to the living room. Probably hearing some noise, as a servant emerged from the kitchen.

“Ms. Adam, lunch is ready. Would you like to have something else?”

The servant was holding the tray, unsure whether to set it on the coffee table or in the living room.

Maggie was taken aback. Nathael didn’t like servants coming upstairs.

Though he had servants, they didn’t live here and they usually came to clean or prepare meals when their boss was away.

“Where’s Nathael?” she asked softly, her voice hoarse.

The servant caught a glimpse of the kiss marks on her leg, quickly averting her eyes and lowering her head as if following strict instructions not to pry.

“Mr. Harris has headed to the office. He mentioned your could reach him by phone if needed.”

Maggie couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, finding Nathael somewhat naive.

Regardless of whether she initiated the breakup, considering his beastly behaviour last night, she had no

Chapter 395 The Plan

Just leave the food on the coffee table. Thank you,” Maggie said warmly, regaining her composure.

“Understood.

She walked up to the window and took a glance downstairs.

There were only four or five well–dressed men scattered around, but she suspected there were more lurking in the shadows.

“Is Nolan downstairs?” she asked the maid, who was about to head towards the kitchen.

“Mr. Nolan is on the ground floor, the servant promptly replied.

Maggie slipped on a long coat and grabbed the railing, planning to take a quick walk downstairs.

Nolan was lounging on the sofa, wearing a duckbill cap pulled low over his eyes.

Despite the cap, his face retained a youthful yet cold demeanour, giving off an air of fierceness.

“Ms. Adam,” he greeted briskly as he stood up, stepping aside.

Maggie took the opportunity to test the waters.