Chapter 250: Are You Threatening Me?

The painting depicted a woman, not a stranger. Her eyes were covered with thick, white bandages, and her face was crisscrossed with numerous grotesque and terrifying scars. Although Maggie had never seen herself disfigured and blinded in her past life, she instantly recognized the woman in the painting as herself. The gouged-out eyes and ravaged face resembled not only her injuries, but also her own facial structure.

Maggie’s throat tightened, and her heart pounded. Was this from Timothy? Or did someone else plant it? No, it had to be Timothy. His mention of that “friend” had always seemed odd and suspicious, though she never imagined he would have someone deliver the painting and then act as if nothing happened.

Pushing aside her unease, Maggie picked up the painting for a closer look. The scars on the woman's face were a roadmap of pain, recognizable only to someone who had endured such agony. Later, she traced those scars with her fingertips, noting the uncanny resemblance to her past injuries.

Timothy had seen me before. Wait—had he also been reborn? How was that even possible? If he didn't remember his past life, how could any of this make sense?

A feeling of unease settled over Maggie. If he did remember, it meant not only she, but Nathael, could be in danger. In their past lives, they had been constant adversaries, engaged in both open and covert struggles for a long time, though Nathael ultimately prevailed. But what if Timothy remembered their past? Knowing what happened would give him a significant advantage. Maggie suddenly regretted her past self's lack of knowledge, even in her reincarnation.

She was unaware of the specifics of the conflict between Timothy and Nathael—the risks Nathael faced, or which encounters were life-threatening showdowns. The lack of knowledge wasn't the scariest part; what truly frightened her was that Timothy seemed to possess all the answers.

Maggie fell into deep thought. She had never considered the possibility that someone else had been reborn, much less someone so close to her. Glancing down, she quelled her unease and composed herself.

A few minutes later, she called Timothy back. He answered after a few rings, sounding slightly puzzled. "Is everything okay?"

"What do you want?" Maggie's tone was frosty. Everyone had motives. What did Timothy gain by getting close to her and giving her this painting?

Timothy didn't seem surprised by her coldness. He smiled. "Did you check out the painting?"

"Just spit it out. What do you want?" Maggie pressed, her patience waning.

"Are you mad? I figured you'd be curious to see your old self," Timothy remarked, nonchalantly twirling a pair of walnuts. Maggie couldn't deny the painting's beauty. Although the woman's eyes were bandaged and her face scarred, she exuded a serene demeanor. Underneath the peach blossom tree, her hair fluttered in the breeze, creating a fragile yet captivating beauty. Timothy's words confirmed her suspicions.

He spoke again, his tone gentle, his striking eyes reflecting a hint of dark green in the sunlight. "Want to meet for a chat?"

Maggie's throat tightened. "Time and place."

After hanging up, she stared at the painting, then grabbed a lighter, went to the bathroom, lit it, and tossed the painting into the toilet. Flames erupted, consuming the painting completely. She watched the ashes fall before turning and leaving.

Chapter 250: Are You Threatening Me?

At three in the afternoon, at the Westin Hotel. Timothy was already there, reading a foreign-language novel. He wore a milky-white round-neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed in sunlight that made his pale face seem almost transparent. He still possessed that gentle, harmless appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with a hint of innocence. But Maggie knew better.

Having endured hardship and being sensitive to people’s vibes, she found it odd that Timothy didn’t give off any red flags. This was abnormal, hinting at either skillful deception or deep cunning.

Maggie sat across from him. He looked up. "I thought you were avoiding me."

"You sent that painting, didn't you? You wanted to meet," Maggie replied bluntly.

Closing his book, Timothy placed it on the table. "I had to try something. You weren't interested in meeting."

"Do you need something from me?" Maggie asked, her tone cool.

Timothy seemed unfazed and chatted with her about the house design. Despite her reluctance, she patiently offered advice. But the more she helped, the more irritated she became.

After over an hour, the design plan was settled. Maggie looked at him. "You went to great lengths to get close to me. It can't be just for a design plan."

Timothy smiled, looking directly at Maggie. "Do you like Nathael? Or is it just to make up for past regrets?"

"That's none of your concern," Maggie replied coldly.

Timothy persisted. "I hope you'll break up with him."

Maggie snapped, "Are you crazy?"

Timothy seemed amused. Leaning closer, his beautiful eyes locked onto hers. For the first time, a hint of cunning and madness flickered in his pale, handsome face; his bright eyes gleamed with an almost predatory light, as if he had found his prey.

"I wonder if Nathael knew about your past actions. Would he choose to walk away or be heartbroken?" Maggie finally saw the paranoia and darkness—something twisted and insane—in his handsome, pale face.

"Are you threatening me?" Maggie’s fingertips curled, her heart pounding. She didn't dare contemplate that scenario. She was scared of disappointing Nathael, of him discovering her past schemes and betrayal, and of him learning her eventual fate. She wasn't worried about him losing his love for her, but dreaded him experiencing the same pain as before. The thought of his hurt was unbearable.

"Yes," Timothy admitted without hesitation. His pretty eyes fixed on Maggie’s, showing a mix of contemplation and amusement, as if curious about her decision.

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