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Chapter 102
Chapter 102
Chapter 102 The Pain of Losing What You Once Cherished
Maggie’s breathing intensified as she struggled to escape, yet found herself unable. With a sense of surrender, she braced herself for what was next.
As darkness enveloped them further, the rainfall intensified.
No one would see us, right?
When their lips connected, there was a gentle exchange of tenderness. Maggie placed her hands around. his neck, reciprocating his gesture with a tentative embrace.
Her approach was reserved, marked by a hint of reluctance. Upon their initial contact, she withdrew slightly in shyness, a reaction Nathael found too enticing to overlook.
“You’re quite the mischief,” he murmured, his hand moving gently down her spine in a soothing gesture.
The touch of his warm fingers, both strange and commanding, made Maggie shiver as though she were being brushed by faint electric charges, making her breath catch in her throat.
Unaware of how much time had passed, the space around them became charged with an indistinct
tension.
Resting
embodyinst his shoulder, Maggie took deep breaths. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, and she
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innocence and allure in a captivating balance.
you not wish to see me?” Nathael reclined in his seat and wrapped an arm around her, his voice raspy.
Maggie’s lashes fluttered as she murmured a soft “No,”
Deep down, she recognised her avoidance as a mere pretext. Had she genuinely desired to avoid him, she could have easily ended the call and ignored his attempts at contact.
Her introspection revealed a pattern of needless complication and evasion.
Maggie raised her eyes to observe him, his appearance strikingly handsome in its cold intensity, radiating a depth and gravity akin to a precious boon bestowed by fate. Whenever his piercing gaze locked with hers, it stirred profound feelings of warmth.
His prominent, straight nose and slender lips conveyed a mixture of assertiveness and aloofness, painting a portrait of a formidable and detached man.
Noticing the small abrasions marking his face prompted concern in her, leading her to inquire softly, “Who did this? What caused them to target your face?”
Maggie was unhappy.
Nathael’s smirk deepened as he met her gaze, asking, “Does it pain you to see me like this?”
Maggie remained silent, barely whispering, ‘Do you still harbour anger towards me?”
The revelation of her conversation with Ronald must have deeply upset Nathael. Right now, Maggie was feeling a twinge of guilt. She realised she should have sought to mend their relationship sooner, especially considering his forgiving’nature.
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Nathael’s response was a cold laugh as he tilted her chin upward, compelling her to meet his gaze. “Since you’re aware that I’m mad, why didn’t you seck me out?”
Maggie felt a knot form in her chest, remaining silent momentarily before admitting in a low voice, “I was
scared.”
Nathael looked into her eyes; his laughter tinged with irony this time. She had become quite the actress, more adept at deception than ever.
He might have fallen for her act if he had been unaware of her turning to Ericko.
Her once straightforward deceit had evolved, leaving him to ponder the blurred lines between sincerity and fabrication.
Was this a sign of her concem for him, a reason for him to feel contented?
During their exchange. Maggie felt an acute pain flare up in her stomach, and it was more severe than before. It was as though flames were engulfing her from within. It felt as if her stomach was contorting, and a layer of perspiration formed on her nose.
With a pained expression, she managed to articulate. “Nathael, my stomach is hurting.” Tears brimmed in her eyes as she clutched at his shirt, seeking some form of solace or relief.
Maggie’s appearance was so aggrieved that it seemed she might start crying at any second.
Caught off guard initially, Nathael quickly shifted gears, gently moving her back to the passenger seat and securing her seatbelt. His firm and resolute voice announced, “We’re heading to the hospital.”
Curled up in the seat, Maggie remained quiet. Gradually, her condition seemed to stabilize.
Yet, after several more bouts of discomfort, a sheen of sweat covered her.
Without hesitation, Nathael steered the vehicle toward the school’s exit while dialing Alex, instructing him to get in touch with Sean.
Forty minutes later, they arrived at the hospital, and Maggie was taken in for care.
Her initial reluctance towards gastric lavage was noted, but as her condition appeared to be improving, she was administered an IV drip instead. She found herself observing a man in a white uniform reviewing her medical records.
Maggie recognised Sean by reputation, though they had never formally met.
The Gatlins were renowned within Aquapolis for their medical expertise and vast network within the healthcare industry. Particularly, the Gatlins‘ scion was a figure no one in Aquapolis dared cross.
To antagonize the Gatlins was to jeopardize one’s ultimate safeguard.
In the journey of life, marked by the phases of birth, aging, illness, and death, the vulnerability of lying sick in bed was an unavoidable fate. Yet, with the Gatlin family’s support, a sliver of hope always seems to pierce through the gloom.
Maggie’s profound awareness of Sean was rooted in the sufferings of her previous existence.
Her resentment towards Nathael, coupled with her own physical ailments and the scars of her past,
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weighed heavily upon her. Sean’s frequent visits to the Harris household during her times of ill health had made his voice a familiar comfort despite her inability to see.
Now, observing the man before her, she took in his tall, lean frame and the scholarly yet austere aura he projected. His gold– rimmed glasses framed sharp, discerning eyes, hinting at a depth of intelligence and
calm.
It was no secret to Maggie that Sean maintained a close bond with Nathael, standing as a pivotal figure within their circle.
“I recommend undergoing a gastroscopy as I believe you might have a stomach ulcer. Furthermore, it would be wise to steer clear of cold and spicy foods moving forward and also to abstain from consuming alcohol,” Scan advised, concluding his examination of the medical records before sharing his insights with Natharl
Maggie found herself regarding him almost as if he were an instructor; his advice imbued with an undeniable sense of command.
Noticing her attention riveted on Sean, Nathael’s expression grew shadowy. He positioned himself before her and suggested in a subdued tone, “Let’s talk outside.”
Sean’s gaze briefly met Maggie’s, his expression remaining cool and detached.
Maggie was speechless.
What did he misunderstand?
Given her inability to see in her past life, it was natural for Maggie to look a bit more closely now that she could.
Nathael and Sean made their way to the rooftop, where Nathael offered Sean a cigarette.
Despite the ongoing rain, a sheltered spot on the rooftop allowed them to stand and smoke without getting wet.
In this more relaxed setting, Sean shed his usual stoic demeanour. Then, he cast a sidelong glance at Nathael before commenting with a mix of amusement and disbelief, “You dragged me out here in the pouring rain over a stomachache?”
Nathael, taking a long drag on his cigarette, was momentarily lost in thought, recalling the moment when she clutched at his clothes, her voice breaking as she mentioned her pain.
poignant
“When she says she’s in pain, it feels as if my heart is the one that’s actually aching,” he confessed with–a rueful laugh.
Sean, shaking his head with a chuckle, playfully chided him, “You’re such a sap.”
Nathael remained contemplative/silently acknowledging his growing feelings for her, sensing that this time might be different.
“Will you regret it?” Sean probed further, well aware of Nathael’s feelings for Maggie. The complication of her past affection for Joseph Kung in the air, leaving the current state of her affections uncertain.
With a profound look, Nathael chose not to address the question, “Why should I directly?”
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As Sean snuffed out his cigarette and clapped Nathael on the shoulder, he offered a word of caution, “The pain of losing what you’ve once cherished will cut deeper than any other.”
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