Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 It’s Not None Of My Business

“What… what price?” Maggie instinctively turned to look at him.

They were standing very close to each other. As she turned, her cheek lightly brushed against his lips in a fleeting moment.

Maggie was momentarily stunned, feeling a cool, soft touch. In an instant, a fiery sensation erupted, spreading swiftly from a single point, setting her entire cheek ablaze with heat.

Nathael’s pupils were dark. He didn’t give her another chance to speak. His large hand gripped her chin, and he passionately kissed her cherry lips. The kiss was soft and tender, carrying the sweetness he had longed for in his dreams. Nathael felt the beast in his heart, which had been caged, being released. It carried his deepest desire as it charged towards her.

Maggie’s body tensed, and she froze in place. In her previous life, although she had been married to Nathael for several years, they had never consummated their marriage. She was insecure about her appearance and blindness, and she harbored resentment towards him. She hated him, the “instigator,” so how could she be willing to accept his touch? The calmest times between them were probably when she was too tired to make a fuss and lived peacefully under the same roof with him, sleeping in the same bed.

Nathael forcefully pried open her teeth, carrying his long-repressed emotions, and passionately kissed her. The scent was rich, and he moved smoothly, desperately entwining.

Maggie felt a tingling sensation spreading from her tailbone, reaching every limb and bone. Her mind was blank, and his cold cedar scent enveloped her. When Maggie came back to her senses, she instinctively wanted to dodge. But Nathael didn’t give her a chance, pressing her step by step until she hit a cabinet against the wall, causing the porcelain on it to shake. She had nowhere to escape. She lowered her eyes, her breathing became heavier, and a sense of unease arose in her heart.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered what he had said in the car, “Maggie, don’t regret this!”

Her heart pounded like a drum, and the world seemed to quiet down. Maggie panted heavily, trying to relax. Was it just a kiss? When he insisted on sleeping with her in the same bed, she was also so nervous and uneasy.

But after all, Maggie was inexperienced. She remained stiff until she noticed the man’s slender fingers climbing up her back, slowly pulling down the zipper. The sound of metal sliding along the track was faint but piercing. Her skin was exposed to the air, inch by inch. Maggie couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

“Nathael… um…”

“No!” Maggie instinctively pressed his hand that had slipped under her skirt, her eyelashes covered with mist.

The man’s beautiful eyes were filled with desire. He looked down at the woman before him, his voice hoarse. “I warned you. Don’t provoke me again.”

Maggie stared at him, speechless. Was she willing to accept the man in front of her? She had never thought about it in this way, but when the image of him shooting himself and falling in front of her grave came to her mind, she felt a heart-wrenching pain. Perhaps she was willing. But not now, not when she was unprepared, not when he was highly disappointed in her, and not when he wanted to use this as a bargaining chip.

She had been used and manipulated all her life. She didn’t want to continue like this in this life. Thinking of this, Maggie suddenly found the strength to push Nathael away.

The next moment, she heard the man grunt, suppressing his pain. A faint smell of blood gradually filled the air. Maggie stood frozen briefly, her breath catching as she noticed a vivid patch of crimson staining his white shirt. The stark contrast seemed to seep from the waist, which was shocking.

She looked up to see Nathael’s face. His expression was unchanged, but a thin layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

“You’re injured?” Maggie asked anxiously. She had pushed him just now and touched his wound.