Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104 Stay With Me.

The ward boasted elegant furnishings, and the bed was notably larger than a standard hospital bed.

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Despite the ample space, it still felt somewhat cramped for the two of them, though they tacitly did not mention the additional family companion bed.

Nathael removed his coat and settled beside her on the bed, drawing her close as he murmured in a deep voice, “Being near you is comforting.”

A smile naturally appeared on Maggie’s lips; she shared the sentiment.

His chest radiated warmth and strength, carrying the familiar scent of cedar that she found reassuring. He often held her like this in her previous life, providing solace.

“I confessed my feelings for you. Aren’t you happy?” Maggie asked softly.

Nathael met het gaze, breathing in the scent of her hair. “I am.”

Maggie pressed her lips together and did not speak.

But why can’t I feel his happiness?

“I was lying to Ronald and the Camerons that day. The Camerons have always conspired against me, but I realised it too late.”

Maggie spoke gently, feeling the need to clarify unprompted.

It was a rare moment of calm where he would listen to her.

As she finished speaking, Maggie turned to him and added, “I just didn’t want them to catch on. I knew what was up, so I couldn’t openly have your back. But I had to devise a good excuse since I am backing you

up.”

She explained herself tenderly, making sure it made sense.

The two lay close together, just a hand’s breadth apart. The moonlight illuminated Nathael’s features, allowing Maggie to see the depth of his eyes clearly.

Maggie wondered if he would believe her, considering her own past mistakes.

However, things would get better eventually, right?

Neither of them said anything. However, Nathael could feel Maggie’s breath and his own racing heartbeat.

It felt like a heart thawing in the cold, with the sun’s warmth seeping through, bringing comfort. The scent of grass and the gentle breeze were all soothing in their way.

After a moment of silence, Maggie thought Nathael would not say anything more. However, his hoarse voice broke through, “I got it.”.

“Can you forgive me now?” She reached out to touch his tall and strong nose.

“Of course, Nathael replied, pulling her closer and planting a tender kiss on her forehead, his eyes

She might not have known it, but he could not wait to see her when she defended him publicly.

However, her words to Ronald felt like a plunge into icy waters.

How quickly could one shift from extreme joy and anticipation to profound disappointment and sorrow?

Nathael did not know, but he was aware that it took him twenty–three minutes and forty–eight seconds to rush from the company to the press conference venue and hear those words.

After that, his joy lasted only for those twenty–three minutes and forty–eight seconds.

However, people could be kind of cruel sometimes, putting up with pain just to find a little bit of happiness.

“Nathael, Maggie whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Can you trust

me a bit more from now on?”

Realising she had spent the night with Nathacl while holding him close, a small grin spread across Maggie’s face.

Her mood was lifted as well.

Listening to the bathroom’s running water, Maggie decided to join him in getting up. She wandered. around the room for a bit before deciding to grab some breakfast downstairs.

Remembering Nathael’s particular taste in food, Maggie made a mental note not to disappoint him.

With her phone in hand, Maggie made her way downstairs while humming a tune.

Despite the early hours, the hospital was already bustling. On a mission to find the hospital’s fancier private kitchen, Maggie weaved through the lobby. As she passed through the first–floor lobby, she spotted a woman with a pale face.

The woman rocked a modern version of a traditional outfit. It looked simple yet elegant, with its soft moon–white fabric embroidered in pink flowers using a special embroidery technique, giving off a charming vibe. She seemed like a picturesque scene from the misty rain of a water town.

Maggie’s humming abruptly ceased, and she found herself slowing down, captivated by the woman from afar.

Seated solo on a black leather chair in the lobby amidst the hustle and bustle of patients and families, she drew lingering looks from passersby.

Her gentle, graceful aura stirred an innate protective instinct in observers.

Maggie stood frozen, fixed on her.

That woman was none other than her mother, Ms. Fiona Xavier, or rather, Mrs. Adam.

Maggie had not anticipated this encounter. In her past life, their interactions were minimal, and memories. of her mother were faint.

Their only recent intersection had been at Master Adam’s birthday bash a few months ago, where she had caught a glimpse from a distance.

Maggie’s gaze lingered, eyes misting over with emotion.

She realised she always had a mother who never stopped searching for her.

Just as Fiona rose to move, she stumbled after a couple of steps. Then, the world turned black before she fainted.