Chapter 88 Don’t Call Me Like That
After Beth left. Maggie remained seated for quite some time.
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It seemed Beth hadn’t realized that, despite everything she had said that day, nothing was as hurtful as her final boastful remark aimed at Maggie.
Maggie set down her coffee, her interest waning. She felt as though something was blocking her chest, leaving her with no appetite at all.
She understood that Beth’s final remark was merely a result of her losing the previous confrontation, failing to gain any advantages, and thus attempting to save face by asserting that she understood Nathael better than Maggie.
However, to Maggie, that sentence felt like a needle piercing her heart.
Seafood allergy!
It seemed absurd that during the past life she had spent living with him, she had been entirely unaware.
I don’t know him at all, not even his basic habits and health conditions.
Suddenly, Maggie recalled the last time she had prepared the seafood curry for him. Initially, he hesitated. to cat it, only doing so after her encouragement. Besides, she remembered noticing small red spots on the back of his hand after he washed the dishes.
At that
she had never considered that those spots were not from a mosquito bite, but due to his seafood allergy.
At that moment, Maggie felt an overwhelming sense of despair and confusion.
Am I truly deserving of being with him?
Am I truly worthy of his affection?
Regardless of past lives, even in this life, her treatment of him was far from pure.
Her heart, long turned pitch black and riddled with scars, had long been filled with hatred and power. She refused to accept that her once genuine feelings had been trampled upon, nor could she accept that others had deceived her in her past life.
She yearned to claim everything from the Camerons, seeking revenge on all those who had wronged her.
Maggie gazed downward, staring blankly at the latte art on her coffee.
She had never truly understood him, unaware of his preferences and habits. Despite living together for quite some time in their past lives, they had never truly been together,
Would my self–proclaimed closeness only bring him more trouble?
Maggie’s heart ached, feeling Jost and indecisive for the first time since her rebirth,
She sat alone in the coffee shop until the sun had set before finally rising to leave.
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Chapter 88 Don’t Call Me Like That
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Upon concluding the day’s final meeting, Nathael glanced at his silent phone with a dark gaze.
Isn’t she supposed to be using him? Why hasn’t she found me to take credit after the press conference?
After momentarily looking at Maggie’s number, Nathael placed his phone back on the table and left it untouched.
He rose from his seat and strolled to the floor–to–ceiling window. He lit a cigarette and held it between his lips. He looked cold and stubborn.
He understood that if he wanted her to pay more attention to him, he would have to endure the longing and desire. Otherwise, once she felt her objective was accomplished, she would likely dismiss him without hesitation.
Nathael lowered his gaze, his throat subtly constricting. The situation was progressing differently than he expected, causing him some frustration.
Shortly after, Alex knocked on the door. “Mr. Harris, Ms. Bray would like to see you.”
Nathael’s eyes darkened as he raised a hand to loosen the tie around his neck, displaying an apparent lack of patience. “I don’t want to see her.”
Alex hesitated briefly before speaking again, “She said it’s about Ms. Adam and wishes to speak with you,”
After silence, Nathael responded, “Let her in.”
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