Chapter 374 I Want to Witness You Defending Me

Nathael dreaded the thought of what might happen to Maggie and how deeply it would affect her. What level of suffering would she face?

Having finished her shower, Maggie stepped out to find him maintaining his position by the window in the living area, his demeanor somber.

Drawing near, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and leaned into him, feeling drained. “What’s troubling you? You seem discontent.”

Nathael’s large hand enclosed hers at his waist as he spoke in a resonant tone. “Again?”

Upon hearing this, Maggie promptly withdrew her hand and stepped back, protesting, “Seriously? I’m in so much pain; it’s still throbbing…”

With a subtle glint of amusement in his gaze, Nathael turned towards her, advancing slowly, inquiring, “Where’s the discomfort? Let me take a look.”

Flushed with embarrassment, Maggie retreated a couple of paces, cautioning, “Nathael, stay right there! Lay a finger on me again, and I’ll be gone by tomorrow!”

At that declaration, Nathael’s countenance chilled, his gaze growing ominous. “Try to repeat that.”

Maggie’s pulse quickened in response to the heightened tension.

Just the thought of departing caused Maggie to imagine the anguish of bidding him farewell. She gulped, pondering if her demise awaited not in poison but within Nathael’s arms.

“Where do you intend to go?” he queried.

Trapped, Maggie edged backward until her spine met the cabinet, eliciting a grimace of discomfort.

Nathael tenderly tilted her chin upward, peering down at her. The slight disarray of his hair only heightened his appeal.

Ensnared in his piercing stare, Maggie felt her legs weaken.

Maggie’s voice trembled. “I was merely teasing. Even if I leave, I’ll reside in your heart.”

Maggie felt a shiver run down her spine, finding the cheesy romantic lines oddly out of place.

Yet she couldn’t dwell on that now. After all, it was Nathael who was being insatiable, and she couldn’t help but lament inwardly.

Nathael let out a soft laugh, his manner easing a notch. “Such lovely words.”

Maggie couldn’t help but sigh. The illustrious Mr. Harris of the Harrises, known for his unwavering demeanor, was actually falling for this.

What should she do? How about when she brings up the idea of breaking up, she suggests going on a trip to pluck stars for him?

The next day, Maggie had planned to make an excuse to see Leo early in the morning to take her medicine.

However, Nathael’s unusual silence made it difficult. As a result, she found herself sitting in his car watching helplessly as they drove past Leo's car.

Maggie was furious!

Though she really didn’t want to take that medicine, didn’t she want to stay alive?

“What are you doing? Leo’s been waiting by the door!” Maggie’s exasperation was palpable.

Maintaining his composure, Nathael glanced her way and suggested nonchalantly, “Why not handle everything via phone? Coming over in person, now that’s quite attentive.”

Maggie was infuriated to the point of exasperation by his words. “I’m just going to see him for ten minutes. What’s the big deal? Is it necessary to be angry about it?”

Nathael gave her a firm answer. “Yes, it is.”

Maggie felt a surge of breathlessness, almost fainting from the shock. She pursed her lips and turned her head to look out the window, deciding to ignore him.

Nathael spoke softly, “Sierra has hired someone to harm you. They will act in the next few days. Decide whom you want to meet after this matter unfolds.”

Maggie was momentarily taken aback before composing herself. “Is she targeting me?”

“Yes, her aim is to blind you, disfigure your face, and then overdose you with drugs,” Nathael murmured, his countenance darkening with each word.

Nathael was astounded by his recent revelation about the Camerons’ true nature. The mere thought of what Maggie might have endured had she not uncovered it was unbearable to him.

Contemplating the years alongside the Camerons, he was consumed by profound guilt and remorse. Could things have unfolded differently if he had discovered the truth earlier? Might she have found greater happiness?

Upon hearing Nathael’s musings, Maggie chuckled softly, her initial shock giving way to amusement.

Sierra remained steadfast in her ways, unaffected by the passage of time. Her tactics remained consistent.

It appeared as though she harbored a deep-seated disdain for my appearance! In her previous life, there had been no hint of resorting to drugging. Perhaps her encounters with Ivan in this life had shaped her, or perhaps her tumultuous social circle had led her to contemplate such measures.

Drug addiction poses a significant threat to one’s life, particularly for women, as it can easily precipitate promiscuity.

Unlike the fleeting encounter Sierra and Ivan shared, if Sierra had her way, it might be nearly impossible to break free from her grasp. From then on, Maggie would be irreversibly mired in a swamp of misery, forevermore.

The notion left Maggie feeling nauseated.

The depravity of human nature repulsed her.

Who could have imagined that the young Sierra, who once donned princess gowns and trailed after her, would veer down this path?

Despite her bossiness and arrogance, Maggie had always held onto the belief that Sierra’s nature was not entirely malevolent.

However, the most significant lesson drawn from her past tragedies was to refrain from jumping to conclusions.

Numerous assumptions proved to be incorrect.

As Maggie was lost in her thoughts, a large hand reached for hers. His slender and powerful fingers intertwined with hers, holding her hand firmly. The gaps between their fingers disappeared as they clasped each other tightly.

“Rest assured, I have someone monitoring their activities,” Nathael comforted her gently.

Maggie’s attention snapped back to the present, and she asserted, “Should they aim to take me away, I’ll comply without resistance.”

Nathael’s expression darkened with clear disagreement.

Maggie pressed on. “There’s a distinction between kidnapping and attempted kidnapping, much like there is between provoking murder and attempted murder.”

She was well aware that Nathael’s strength was more than sufficient to deal with Sierra without her having to take any risks.

However, the present moment was not an opportune time.

Now both she and Sierra were in the spotlight, under the public eye.

The entanglement between her and Sierra had long been scrutinized by others. Without solid evidence, it could spell trouble for Nathael.

She was adamant about avoiding that outcome.

Behind the scenes, they might have a myriad of tactics at their disposal, but in the public eye, they only had this one path to take.

What Maggie kept to herself was her desire to try once more.

Because she was too scared. She hated rainy days and feared repeating the same mistakes. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her days shrouded in fear or haunted by nightmares of her own tear-streaked face.

She wanted to believe that this time held a distinct outcome.

She felt ready now.

With Nathael standing beside her, this time felt different.

“You don’t need to take this on yourself. I’ll ensure she faces the consequences,” Nathael urged.

Maggie gently pulled at his sleeve, whispering, “With you by my side, what do I have to worry about? I want to witness you defending me.”