Chapter 313: You're Really Nathael

Maggie went inside to change her clothes while Nathael removed his bow tie; his suit wasn't overly extravagant.

After signing the bill and paying, Nathael motioned to Alex. His eyes darkened, and he said deeply, "Tell Ethan to take some people to teach Joseph a lesson. Tell him to mind his words." "Alright," Alex responded immediately, sensing Joseph was asking for trouble. Does he think Mr. Harris is a pushover?

Half an hour later, Maggie sat in Nathael's car, heading home with him.

It was funny how a simple grocery trip had turned into buying a wedding dress—quite a departure from their original plan.

Nathael sat beside her, playing with her fingers, his gaze drifting outside the window, lost in thought.

Maggie turned to look at his stern profile and said gently, "Do you still want to eat something?" Although she'd eaten some snacks in the dressing room—mostly afternoon tea pastries—Nathael probably hadn't eaten much.

"If you're hungry, we can find a restaurant," Nathael replied, his voice low, mellow, and pleasant.

Maggie shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I can eat some fruit when we get back. I'm just worried about you being hungry."

Nathael said in a deep voice, "Just make sure to prepare something for me when we get back."

"Alright."

After Maggie agreed, a pause followed, and she suddenly realized the sentence sounded a bit off. She wasn't sure if it was her feeling off, or the wording.

Maggie's cheeks instantly flushed, feeling inexplicably warm. Her ears turned red. She withdrew her hand, touched her ears, and avoided Nathael's gaze, too embarrassed to look at him.

Nathael also realized what happened and chuckled softly. He pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her earlobe, whispering, "So you like this kind of thing?" "Nathael!" Maggie's embarrassed face turned bright red, and she glared at him, speechless.

Nathael's usually stern expression softened, and a hint of a smile appeared.

Maggie didn't want to respond, but remembering their earlier conversation, she felt not responding would be unnatural. The problem was, his remark sounded too natural. Besides, she had prepared food for him just a few days ago. Who would overthink it?

Maggie covered her ears and scolded indignantly, "I'm not clean anymore! You've defiled the pure little flower of our motherland!"

Nathael raised an eyebrow. "You just agreed."

"I never thought you'd be like this, Nathael!" Maggie exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with charm, a blush appearing at the corners of her eyes, making her look alluring and seductive.

Nathael pinched her lip and lowered his head to kiss her, his voice husky. "Nana."

Maggie's eyelashes trembled as she softly asked, "Do I look beautiful in the wedding dress?"

Nathael continued kissing her neck, murmuring, "Yes, if we weren't outside, I would just tear up that wedding dress and watch you cry."

Maggie lowered her gaze, her breath becoming erratic. She felt his warm lips, leaving a trail of subtle electricity, sending tingles down her spine and making her feel as if even her bones had softened.

After a while, Maggie, panting lightly, pressed Nathael's hand and whispered, "We're still in the car. Don't get carried away."

Nathael embraced her, lowering his gaze to conceal the dark desire in his eyes, and refrained from further advances.

"Wasn't it because of Joseph that you were upset earlier?" Maggie asked softly.

"He called you Maggie," Nathael said in a low, muffled voice.

Maggie was stunned, sensing the hint of grievance in his tone. She felt a mix of emotions. She had to admit, putting herself in his shoes, she might not feel comfortable if someone called him "Nathael."

"You called him Joseph," Nathael said softly, looking into her eyes.

Maggie tried to recall, but had no memory. "When?" she asked.

"Just when we met," Nathael replied.

Maggie fell silent, unsure what to say. Was it out of habit? Or perhaps to provoke Vanessa? Regardless of the reason, it was inappropriate.

Nathael's gaze was dark as he looked at her silently.

Maggie felt uneasy under his gaze. Clearing her throat, she changed the subject. "Did you see the photos the photographer took with the Polaroid? They turned out really nice."

The style of the Polaroid and digital photos differed. Although Polaroid photos might be grainy, the light and shadow created a nostalgic, vintage vibe. Maggie really liked them.

Maggie took out the photos and looked at them with Nathael. The top photo was taken while she was getting her makeup done. The makeup products were neatly arranged, with a hint of disorder. The makeup artist's brush was paused on her face. The lighting was dim, but bright in front of the mirror. It was a simple recording of that moment, not particularly beautiful, but Maggie was satisfied.

The second photo was symmetrical, showing her side profile at the dressing table. The last two were close-ups of her in the wedding dress. Maggie had forgotten her expression, but there was a look of surprise in her eyes. Nathael seemed to have heard something; he had a slight smile and half-lidded eyes, exuding a gentle expression. "This one's not bad."

"Yeah, they're well-taken."

The last two photos showed Maggie alone in full-length shots, on a large display platform, in a diagonal pose. The photos showed a collision between gentle innocence and a pure, sentimental atmosphere, creating unique charm. Nathael was in a similar pose, head slightly lowered, adjusting his tie. He looked incredibly handsome.

After that were several photos of them together. Maggie's favorite was one where Nathael kissed her, his expression focused and charming. Leaning against him, looking at the photos, she said softly, "There's a strange feeling of early marriage in these pictures."

Nathael took her solo photos, then the ones of them together.

"What are you doing? You bandit!" Maggie pouted, feeling reluctant.

Nathael gently tapped her nose and said in a deep voice, "I'll settle the score with you later."

Maggie was speechless, staring at him wide-eyed. Her attempt to change the subject failed. The extent to which this man holds a grudge is infuriating!

After a moment, Nathael said coldly, "You're really Nathael." He pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "Give me the phone."

"Why?" Maggie handed it to him, curious.

"Changing the profile picture," Nathael said, manipulating the phone.

The final lines ("Send GiftsLet's Start All Over Again, Shall") appear to be unrelated text from a different part of the document or application.