Chapter 274: Nathael, I'm Getting Angry

Maggie gazed into Nathael's eyes, her hands around his neck. "I still feel a little uneasy." Her unease stemmed from inexperience. She wondered about the pain and their chemistry, yet also anticipated the moment.

Nathael kissed her again, whispering, "Is it my fault?" His lips were close to hers; she felt his passion.

Maggie pulled back. "Yes, you missed your chance. You'll have to wait for the next one." She teased him mischievously, knowing his capacity for endurance; sexual frustration wouldn't plague him.

Nathael's eyes darkened at her words. He desired her intensely. Maggie met his gaze directly. "Mr. Harris, you have to pay for your mistake."

Nathael felt uncomfortable, experiencing regret for the first time. "Can you request something else in exchange?" he asked.

Maggie smiled. "Let me think about it. I'll decide when I'm in a good mood."

Meanwhile, in the nearby corridor, Sierra glared at the closed door, her fist clenched. Passersby couldn't help but glance at her, but she remained lost in her thoughts. "Bitch! She's still trying to seduce Nathael at a time like this!"

Sierra looked at the doorknob, tempted to lock them inside, but knew it was futile. Nathael undoubtedly had security. Even if she succeeded, it wouldn't last; they could easily call for help. The signal backstage and in the classrooms was sufficient for a phone call. Her satisfaction would be short-lived.

"What can I do?" She'd face the consequences if Nathael discovered her actions. Sierra couldn't help but think of Nathael again. She'd never seen such a handsome man; her resentment towards his identity seemed to vanish upon learning the truth. She quietly looked away and left.

It wasn't until she passed some resting staff that she spotted a phone beside some takeout containers. She quickly grabbed it, heading to an empty utility room at the corridor's end to make a call. "Hello, I want to report Room 168 backstage. Someone is manipulating a candidate." The Harrises had invested in the competition, though not heavily, if she remembered correctly.

Sierra closed her eyes, consumed by jealousy at the thought of Maggie and Nathael's intimacy, yet also fearful of Nathael.

"It's almost time," Maggie murmured, her breath unsteady as she glanced at her phone. At this rate, she'd be weak onstage.

Nathael wouldn't let her go. "There's still time." He wanted to make amends for his coldness. He lifted her onto a table and kissed her passionately, his self-control threatening to shatter at their touch. Her approval would render it a joke.

Maggie blushed and panted, stopping his hands. "Nathael!" she reprimanded.

He chuckled, rubbing their noses together, looking at her teasingly. "Tell me you miss me," he whispered.

Maggie's eyes widened. "Remove your hand first."

"Maggie, I want to hear it." He kissed her earlobe.

Maggie's mind went blank, her body limp. She was flushed. "Damn it! Who said Nathael wasn't vengeful? He's doing this on purpose!"

Trembling, she licked her dry lips. "I miss you. I miss you a lot. I think about our future and our past." Her eyes moistened. "Nathael, I'm getting angry!"

Nathael asked softly, "Can I go to your place tonight?"

"No way, Joyce is there," Maggie slumped against him.

Nathael frowned. "Come to my place, then."

"I can't leave Joyce alone."

Nathael called Jimmy, causing Maggie's puzzlement. "What are you doing?"

"Getting rid of Joyce," he replied.

Maggie was stunned. After the call connected, she remembered who'd ended up with Joyce in her previous life: Jimmy Hansen, the notorious second young master of the Aquapolis Hansens—devilishly handsome, temperamental, and merciless in his mood swings.

Maggie had met Jimmy twice. In her past life, Joyce had ended up with him after an assault, though Maggie wasn't sure if they married. While Joyce disliked him initially, he seemed kinder later. However, his playboy nature made it hard to predict his behavior. "Aren't you supposed to be looking for Little Moon? Why are you calling me?"

As Maggie pondered, the call connected, revealing a flirtatious voice on the other end.