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Chapter 127 Are You Happy Now?
Going around the hotel block took about thirty minutes as they took the small road.
When Nathael’s car came back, she was nowhere to be seen under the streetlights. Nathael felt a twinge of disappointment but consoled himself with the thought that Joseph hadn’t kept her waiting too long.
Maggie’s eyes were clear as she gazed directly at him and spoke softly, “That night, the rain was heavy, and you entered my world along with the storm, like a ray of light piercing through darkness. Since then, my world has been brighter.”
Maggie’s tone was gentle; she was trying to lift his spirits, but her words carried sincerity.
She couldn’t deny that she had felt a sudden flutter at that time, even if just for a moment.
But it was only a brief moment, with a stranger she had never met before.
Perhaps it was the warmth of the moment, or perhaps it was the captivating eyes in the rain, which were more enchanting than the dazzling streetlights.
However, what might come as a letdown for Nathael was that she was unaware that it was him that night.
It was a memory he had gently recited to her during her depressive episodes in her past life, as a form of
consolation.
As time passed, whether due to her memory playing tricks or from hearing it repeatedly, the scene became ingrained in her mind.
She could vividly remember the rain, the wind, her drenched long skirt, and even his silhouette illuminated by the warm glow inside the car.
Nathael gulped slightly, his handsome face growing even more determined. He stared intently at the woman before him, as if trying to read her thoughts.
He never expected her to remember.
With a faint smile, Maggie poured herself a glass of wine and finished it in one gulp, her eyes glistening.
Suppressing her emotions, she complimented him sincerely. “Nathael, do you have any idea how handsome you are? It was crowded out there, but as soon as you appeared, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
Nathael chuckled softly. Reclining against the backrest with the cigarette between his lips, he said quietly,
“Go on.”
Maggle was speechless.
Is he asking for praises?
How childish! I can’t believe he enjoys being flattered so much!
Fine, if flattery is what he wants, I can deliver!
“Hmm, how should I describe your good looks? You’re absolutely charming, graceful, wise, and incomparable! Everyone loves you, and every flower blooms for you. You’re like a flawless painting.
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Nathael couldn’t help but smirk, his gaze shifting to Maggie’s face.
Perhaps due to the alcohol or the warmth in the room, her face was slightly flushed.
At this moment, she blinked her clear, moist eyes, her expression serious. She seemed sincere, as if she would immediately confront anyone who disagreed.
Nathael gulped, but he remained silent.
He had never seen this side of Maggie before, or at least not in a while.
Once, all he had wanted was her happiness. As long as she and Joseph were happy together, that was all that mattered.
But she kept provoking him.
Even so, she was always distant and insincere. It was as if she was wearing a mask of deceit, but she was unable to hide the underlying rejection and disdain in her eyes.
Unlike now–even if he knew her words were insincere, at least she was warm and alive.
“We shouldn’t meet people who are too good–looking when we’re young. Since meeting you, Mr. Harris, I haven’t had space in my heart for anyone else. Compared to you, everyone else seems mediocre. Nathael, what if I can’t find a boyfriend in the future?”
Maggie spoke softly, with a hint of sadness and looking somewhat downcast. Even she felt that she had taken this too far.
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