Chapter 241: Expressing Her Wishes

The following day, in the early hours, Maggie awoke to intense pain. Her mind felt foggy and heavy, struggling to emerge from a deep slumber. The pain in her ankle was excruciating, making it nearly impossible to lift.

Furrowing her brow, she struggled to sit up. She realized then that the swelling in her ankle, previously reduced, had flared up again. It was meticulously bandaged. Touching it, she gasped.

It's true that happiness invariably transforms into sadness.

The previous day, feeling slightly unwell and experiencing minimal foot discomfort, she'd dismissed it. Driving and drinking, she hadn't grasped the severity of the situation. Now, she was back where she started.

Glancing sideways, she noticed Nathael was absent, wondering where he was. Clad in a nightgown, her memory was hazy; she vaguely remembered drifting off on his back.

Nathael had helped her shower upon their return home, while she was still disoriented. Afterward, she fell into a deep unconsciousness.

Rubbing her forehead, she acknowledged the consequences of drinking, unsure if she'd said anything nonsensical.

Maggie rose and checked her phone, finding a video message from Mia. Raising an eyebrow, she opened it.

The video showed her intoxicated piano performance at the nightclub from the previous evening. In contrast to her meticulously dressed appearance with Nathael earlier that day, she wore a white dress in the dimly lit, bustling club. Colorful lights illuminated the stage, creating a mesmerizing and enigmatic atmosphere. Rich hues of dark red, deep blue, and emerald green shimmered under the dim lighting.

Her hair casually pulled back, revealing her slender neck, she sat on stage, back to the crowd, engrossed in playing. Surrounded by an aura of isolation, she seemed the focal point. The dim red lights cast a gothic crimson glow on her white dress, adding an air of mystery and allure. Amidst the chaos, the bustling environment faded into the background, focusing attention on her performance.

The scene was beautifully captured, yet the angle and lighting were amateurish, lacking the polish of a professional production. Mia had recorded it on her phone.

Nevertheless, Maggie decided to use the video, leveraging her past fame to generate attention and anticipating Sierra's reaction. She forwarded it to Leo, instructing him, "Arrange for the previous blogger to publish it online."

After receiving a reply, she messaged Mia: "Mia, the photographer!" Mia was likely still asleep, as there was no response.

As Maggie prepared to get water, a message from Timothy appeared: "Maggie, has your foot injury improved? Do you require Mr. Hudson's assistance with some medicine? Though its efficacy may not be optimal, it's better than nothing." Maggie glanced at the message, her expression a mixture of emotions.

Timothy likely wasn't referring to her foot injury, but to the "Dream Venom." Considering the dynamic between Timothy and Nathael, she decided to postpone any meetings with Timothy.

She replied: "I've found another physician, so there's no need to trouble Mr. Hudson."

While Samuel seemed the most promising candidate to cure her "Dream Venom," Maggie preferred to await updates from Lucas first, exploring other options in the meantime. Having endured the poison for a while, waiting another month or two wouldn't significantly impact her.

"Furthermore, I have some fresh concepts regarding the villa that I'd like to discuss with you personally!" Timothy's message popped up again.

Maggie sighed, her headache intensifying as she thought about the task he'd given her. "What does Timothy really want?" she wondered.

She replied: "Given my recent busy schedule, I might not be able to make it."

She considered seeking clarification from Timothy or delegating the task. However, she dismissed these ideas. Timothy initially seemed to have hidden intentions in connecting with her, potentially leading to his refusal. Additionally, having undertaken the task voluntarily, it wouldn't be appropriate to decline it now.

While she pondered, Timothy's phone rang, breaking the silence.

Maggie was startled before answering.

"Is Nathael hindering you from meeting me?" Timothy inquired slowly, his complexion pale.

"No, it's just that I've been feeling unwell and swamped with work," Maggie responded.

Timothy lowered his gaze, fingering a string of emerald beads. "I thought you and I were close," he murmured softly.

Maggie was speechless. Their relationship was nuanced, and he hadn't threatened her.

Assertively, she stated, "Should any harm befall Nathael, our friendship will cease to exist."

Hesitantly, Timothy paused, his fingers lingering on the beads. He lifted his gaze and inquired, "Do you hold him in high regard? Is it because he came to your rescue?" Perplexed, Maggie furrowed her brow.

Timothy persisted, "Wouldn't you consider meeting me face-to-face? I had something special prepared for you."

"Perhaps not at the moment," Maggie replied after a moment of silence, maintaining her refusal.

"Alright," Timothy conceded, his voice tinged with disappointment, before falling silent.

"If there's nothing more, I'll end the call," Maggie announced before disconnecting.

Timothy's eyelashes flickered slightly; his handsome face was almost ethereal in the sunlight. "Take care, Maggie," he murmured softly.

After the call, Maggie's demeanor shifted; her irritation intensified. In her past life, she hadn't dealt with Timothy, but in this life, his presence seemed more frequent. She couldn't understand his intentions; the only possibility was that he might be using her to confront Nathael.

Could Timothy resort to such tactics? While she didn't consider him virtuous, she couldn't decipher his motives.

Lost in thought, Maggie didn't notice Nathael entering the room. Observing his expression, she inquired, "Did I say anything untoward last night?"

Nathael poured her a glass of water before responding in a deep tone, "Such as?"

Maggie remained unsure and insisted, "How can I know? That's why I'm asking you!"

Nathael regarded her with a cold gaze, smirking. "You asked me if I have sexual dysfunction."

Maggie straightened abruptly, perplexed. Despite harboring this doubt, how could I possibly bring myself to ask? I won't believe it!

Wearing a solemn expression, she declared, "You can't fool me. I attended elementary school."

Unexpectedly, Nathael leaned in, kissed her fervently. The desires she'd expressed the previous day were revealed: to watch the sunrise and sea with him, grow old together, have children, organize jewelry and design exhibitions, win prestigious awards, design their own house, and her love for him, imploring him never to abandon her. She even said she would wait for him in heaven.

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