Chapter 145: What If I Like You?

Not far from the hotel, Maggie and Nathael strolled along a vibrant street, grabbing snacks. Despite the late hour, the city buzzed with activity. European-style buildings and art sculptures were illuminated, a public piano played in the square, and street artists filled the air with melodies. The unique and exotic atmosphere was relaxing.

As they walked, Maggie experienced a mix of emotions. They reflected on their lives, realizing they'd never before enjoyed such leisurely time or peaceful stroll. The street ran alongside the river, featuring a wide stone pathway. It wasn't crowded, but the atmosphere was lively, likely due to its popularity as a tourist spot.

Maggie paused, captivated by performers ahead, feeling lost in a dream. The enchanting night filled her with a desire to simply appreciate the beauty around her. She longed to live free from hatred and regret, to live for herself, feeling and seeking joy.

"What are you thinking?" Nathael asked softly, stopping beside her.

Maggie blinked, grinned, and replied, "I'm just thinking about you"

Nathael chuckled softly, his eyes falling on her hand. He gently took it and continued walking. His warm grip was reassuring.

Maggie was momentarily stunned by the sensation of his hand in hers. Flustered, her cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. Matching his pace, she peeked at their intertwined hands. Was he holding my hand? His fingers were slender and well-defined, his nails impeccably groomed. In the soft light, she noticed a crescent moon design on his nails.

After walking for a while, Maggie relaxed. Spotting a unique sculpture, she enthusiastically suggested, "There's a wonderful sculpture over there. Would you like to take a picture?"

"Sure," Nathael agreed, continuing to hold her hand as they found a suitable spot.

Maggie took out her phone and asked a passerby for help.

"Miss, could you tilt your head towards the gentleman a little more… Relax, loosen up a bit more. Perhaps you two could kiss." The enthusiastic young man clicked photos, clearly dissatisfied with the lack of intimacy between them. "Great! How about a kiss? Seriously, not even a little peck?"

Maggie's cheeks burned; she avoided Nathael's gaze, bewildered by the talkative stranger.

"Would you kiss? You both appear so stiff. Don't be shy, would you like to kiss?" The persistent young man continued until, finally, they kissed. Nathael turned to Maggie with a serious expression.

"W-what are you looking at?" Maggie asked, stuttering.

"He's suggesting we kiss," Nathael said quietly.

Maggie was surprised by his honesty. "W-we don't have to listen to him," she stammered.

Nathael immediately put his other arm around her waist and gently kissed her. It wasn't passionate, but soft and romantic.

Maggie stood motionless, staring at Nathael in bewilderment.

"But I would like to," Nathael said gently, pulling back slightly.

Maggie, speechless with surprise, could only blush until the photographer returned with her phone, proudly announcing, "Look at my photography skills! Amazing!"

Nathael thanked him, accepting the phone while still holding Maggie's hand. He scrolled through the photos; even he had to admit the photographer's skill was exceptional—more than ten shots, with only one or two imperfect ones. He inspected them carefully. Maggie leaned in, tiptoeing, to get a better look. "Let me see."

Nathael handed over the phone. "Message me on WhatsApp later," he said.

"I don't have your WhatsApp," Maggie whispered, clearly reluctant to let go.

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Feeling overwhelmed, she averted her gaze, pursed her lips, and said softly, "I'm still angry."

Nathael chuckled. "Maggie, don't push your luck," he whispered.

Maggie chuckled lightly, moving closer, tiptoeing and clutching his shirt collar. Her face neared his. "You always say that. What if I try my luck? What would you do to me?" Her eyes shone with provocation; she wasn't afraid.

Nathael chuckled, gently cradling her chin. "Am I spoiling you too much?"

Maggie smiled, her eyes teasingly locking with his. "Nathael, do you like me?"

Nathael stared at her, then chuckled lightly. "Like you for what? Like your indifference, your deep thoughts, or maybe your cunning calculations?"

Maggie frowned, trying to pull away. "Mr. Harris, I'm a vain and materialistic woman. You better let me go. I don't want to cause trouble or misunderstandings," she urged.

Nathael chuckled, tightening his hold. "Why should I let you go? Let go of you so you can harm others?"

Maggie muttered, "You're incredibly stubborn."

Would it hurt to admit your feelings? Maggie felt guilty. If she hadn't been so harsh, things might not be so complicated. Doesn't he like me? The previously certain answer now felt uncertain.

"Let's grab a bite," Nathael suggested, leading her to a familiar snack shop. He ordered gently.

Maggie's appetite was low.

They walked along the riverbank until tired. Maggie paused on an ancient bridge, gazing at a ferry. Nathael wrapped his arms around her, joining her in watching it. Maggie leaned into his embrace, enjoying the warmth. Her hair brushed against his face in the night breeze.