Chapter 65 You’re So Childish
Nathael stared at the tightly closed door, his darkening eyes tinged with self–mockery.
Despite knowing she wouldn’t care, he stubbornly refused to leave, as if he could make her feel sorry by staying there.
Tears uncontrollably streamed down Maggie’s face after she closed the door.
He doesn’t understand that I feel heartbroken for him, that I feel uneasy, that I’m scared…
Maggie hastily wiped away her tears, then turned around and opened the door once more.
Upon opening the door, she was met with the man’s dark eyes, which looked deep and lifeless.
At that moment, Nathael’s Adam’s apple bobbed, as if he wanted to speak. His eyes even shimmered at the sight of her.
Maggie felt a bitter pang at that instant.
Although he had made her cry multiple times today, he managed to make her feel like the villain.
He’s a cr*ok!
He’s just been manipulating me and taking advantage of my kindness.
Silently, Maggie entered the room after opening the door. Nathael stared at her back before following her in.
Maggie washed her face in the bathroom, tied up her hair, then returned to the living room with the medicine box.
Without meeting his gaze, she coldly ordered, “Let me see your hand.”
Nathael’s pupils were dark as he extended his hand. Their hands brushed lightly–hers warm and delicate, his cool yet sturdy. Maggie examined his injury.
His hands were long and fair, with slender joints; they were perfect for playing the piano.
However, this time, a large, swollen red mark marred the back of his hand. Though there was no blood, his ‘self–inflicted‘ injury brought tears to Maggie’s eyes.
Nathael remained silent. He was rarely so cooperative.
Only after a few seconds did Maggie softly inquire, “Does it hurt?”
“Not at all.” Sensing her shift in mood, Nathael spoke gently, dismissing the injury.
In the next moment, Maggie looked up at him and cried, “You crok! You manipulated me!”
With that, she stood up, tears welling in her eyes. She was unsure if it was due to the injustice she faced
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Chapter 65 You’re So Childish
Nathael pulled her into his arms and wiped away her tears. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked, “Do you feel sorry for me?”
Pushing his hand away, Maggie coldly replied, “No, I’m just afraid that I’d be indebted to you.”
At her words, Nathael fell silent, his expression darkening.
Maggie applied anti–inflammatory and pain–relieving medicine for him with her lips pursed. She then retreated to the bathroom for a shower, ignoring him,
Nathael stayed seated, brooding and dark–eyed. He was clearly in a foul mood.
Suppressing his frustration, he approached the floor–to–ceiling window to make a phone call.
“Inform Jordan to discipline his daughter properly, or I will take matters into my own hands.”
“Understood.”
After ending the call, Nathael stood by the window and lit up a cigarette, his eyes dark.
He had lost control. Nevertheless, he couldn’t hold back when he saw her laughing as she chatted with those escorts.
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