Chapter 400: Entangled in a Self-Made Cocoon

Maggie was stunned for a few seconds, then glanced down at the book in her hands, realizing the words were upside down.

“No wonder I couldn’t understand anything after reading it for ages!” she exclaimed.

A rush of crimson flushed Maggie’s cheeks instantly; her delicate ears were also stained with a red haze. Despite her efforts to maintain composure, she calmly turned the book around, murmuring, “I prefer to read it this way.”

Nathael remained silent.

Maggie lowered her head, staring at the inverted words, wishing she could disappear. “This is so embarrassing!” she thought. She knew she hadn’t been reading properly, but she hadn’t expected to be so clueless. If only she had paid even a fraction more attention, the outcome wouldn’t have been so humiliating.

Seeing her face hidden behind the book, Nathael paused before saying softly, “As long as you’re happy.”

Maggie was upset. “I’m not happy! I am not happy!!!”

For no apparent reason, she detected a hint of mockery in his words, making her already flushed face burn even hotter.

Maggie decided to give up reading once Nathael went to bed. She closed the book, tossed it onto the bedside table, curled up under the blanket, and turned her back to Nathael. Nathael, who had just settled under the covers, saw her yank the blanket away, leaving him exposed.

He was utterly speechless.

Maggie cocooned herself in a fuzzy ball, burying her head. She felt a mixture of embarrassment from the earlier incident and fear that Nathael might torment her again. Even if he seemed in a good mood, this man was moody; she couldn’t gamble on his conscience.

Chapter 400: Entangled in a Self-Made Cocoon

Nathael turned off the light and pulled the blanket. Maggie, who had already closed her eyes, sensed it being pulled back. In the darkness, she immediately opened her eyes, shifting forward to prevent him from taking the covers. “I swear I won’t let him touch me again today!” she thought. The bruises from a couple of days ago hadn’t even faded. If this continued, she felt she might die in bed.

Seeing her resistance, Nathael exerted more force. Maggie frowned, pressing the blanket beneath her, resisting with all her might. After a while, he ceased his efforts.

Maggie kept her eyes open in the darkness, remaining alert.

“Nana, I don’t have a blanket,” Nathael said softly, his voice sounding helpless.

Maggie stayed motionless, pretending to sleep. “If there’s no blanket, you could always get one,” she thought. “Even if there are none, there are still many rooms.”

Seeing Maggie unmoved, Nathael propped himself up and pulled her, along with the blanket, towards him. He leaned over her, their proximity allowing Maggie to feel his warm breath. Her eyes snapped shut; her throat involuntarily tightened—a reflex developed over the past few days. Whenever he got too close, she instinctively tensed, her body rigid and immobile.

Yes, Maggie still pretended to be asleep.

Nathael gazed down at her, his deep gaze carefully scanning her features. Her small, porcelain-like face appeared cold and pristine, likely due to her closed eyes and lack of rest, making it less bright and charming than usual, replaced by a hint of aloofness and fragility.

He continued to watch her, while Maggie felt almost suffocated, her body frozen stiff. “What on earth does this despicable man want to do?!” she wondered. She had only recently realized the unpleasantness lurking in his character. He always seemed to enjoy tormenting her. While it might not seem like a big deal, it made her feel both embarrassed and irritated; a mix of shame and annoyance overwhelmed her. Just the thought of the past two nights made her ears burn with shame.

Chapter 400: Entangled in a Self-Made Cocoon

In the next moment, Nathael tugged at her thin lips and pinched her cheek. Maggie was taken aback but kept her eyes closed, still pretending to be asleep. Seeing this, Nathael increased the pressure, teasingly stretching her soft flesh. Even a light touch caused her delicate cheeks to flush, which he found incredibly attractive.

Maggie clenched her teeth, seething with anger. “What does this despicable man want?!”

Luckily, just when she was about to lose her composure, Nathael let go. However, before she could breathe, his warm fingers pinched her earlobe. The rounded and delicate earlobe looked exceptionally beautiful, like a refined white pearl, being kneaded repeatedly by his fingertips. Maggie’s breathing became irregular, her throat constricted, while she kept reminding herself not to move. “I must endure it! Even if I couldn’t resist, I’m no match for Nathael!!”

After several minutes, Nathael’s index finger delicately caressed Maggie’s lips, a slight smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Maggie’s anger surged. “Hold back! I must hold back! I can win against him! Enough is enough! I can’t bear it anymore!!!”

In the next few seconds, Maggie opened her eyes and fiercely bit his index finger. Nathael stopped, the dampness mixed with a subtle pain spreading across his fingertip. He stared at her; her dark pupils reflecting her shadow, highlighting her slightly pale face with a hint of arrogance and wrath, as well as vibrant and inexplicable loveliness.

Meeting her dark gaze, Maggie wavered. She slowly let go of her bite, avoided his gaze, and muttered, “Sorry, I was dreaming. I thought I was eating chocolate strawberries.”

Nathael pulled out his slightly wet finger. He chuckled softly before lowering his head and kissing her fiercely.

Chapter 400: Entangled in a Self-Made Cocoon

“Oh, really? I want to taste it.”

Maggie hadn’t expected his audacity. She struggled to push him away, but he was wrapped in her blanket, pinned beneath him. She couldn’t even pull out her hands, let alone push him away! She tried several times to no avail. His hands conveniently pressed down on her, rendering her completely immobile. Nathael mischievously kissed her lips, plundering them.

Maggie was on the brink of passing out. She finally grasped the full meaning of “entangled in a self-made cocoon!” “Indeed, I am in a self-made cocoon right now,” she thought. “This is beyond frustrating!”

“Uh, Nathael!” Maggie attempted to turn her head, but his kisses landed on her cheeks and neck.

“Hmm?” he responded patiently.

Maggie’s voice choked with emotion, feeling suffocated and aggrieved, “I can’t get my hand out; you’re pressing down on my blanket.”

Nathael raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent, “I thought you liked it.”

“You’re spouting rubbish! I don’t…”

Maggie was furious. She felt like crying, her eyes moist. Her current expression inexplicably aroused his desire to… (The story cuts off here)

This cleaned-up version addresses grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, and dialogue inconsistencies. It also removes unnecessary repetitions. The final sentence is incomplete in the original text, so I left it as is.