Chapter 41: I Have a Secret

Maggie's face brightened with a radiant smile. "Mr. Harris?"

"Get in the car," Nathael said in a deep voice.

Maggie nodded, glancing across the street at Joseph, who anxiously waited for the traffic to clear. Without hesitation, she entered Nathael's car. Why had he returned?

In her previous life, she had also encountered Nathael, but he had returned to the country early then to attend a banquet hosted by Sierra.

But today…

"When did you come back, sir? Weren't you supposed to be overseas?" Maggie tilted her head, looking at him with confusion.

Nathael's gaze swept over her. Her hair, loosely tied, had a few strands falling from her hurried run, giving her a relaxed, casual appearance. Her cheeks were flushed, probably from drinking too much, making her look slightly foolish. As she tilted her head, her eyes sparkled like precious gemstones.

The car's dim lighting couldn't conceal her radiant skin beneath the strapless dress. The thin fabric made Nathael involuntarily frown.

Maggie patiently awaited an answer, her eyelids growing heavy.

Nathael didn't respond. Instead, observing her slightly unfocused eyes, he said slowly, "You've been drinking."

Maggie was slow to react, but she obediently nodded. "I did…"

Before Nathael could react, Maggie leaned forward and threw herself into his arms, clinging to him tightly. She grabbed his collar and whispered, "Nathael, did you miss me?" Nathael instinctively held her slender waist to prevent her from falling.

He stared at the smiling girl, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, but he remained silent.

Maggie squinted, straddled his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and nestled her face against his neck, whispering, "I missed you too."

Nathael's elegant fingers paused; his whole body stiffened.

Maggie felt her mind in chaos. It seemed that the moment she saw him, all her defenses dropped, and she was no longer afraid.

She snuggled further into his arms, feeling the familiar warmth and strength.

Nathael remained stiff for a long time, his large hand gradually tightening around her.

He looked down at her. Her long eyelashes, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, and her squished face resembled a harmless little animal, making him reluctant to let go.

Maggie grew drowsy; the warmth in the car and Nathael's body temperature made it almost impossible to keep her eyes open.

"Nathael," she murmured softly.

"Mm," he responded softly, restraining the intense desire growing in his heart.

Maggie remained silent for a long time, seemingly asleep. When Nathael thought she wouldn't speak again, she suddenly opened her misty eyes and whispered mysteriously, "I have a secret to tell you." Nathael turned to look at her, waiting.

Maggie shyly smiled, then whispered, "Actually, I…"

At this moment, Nathael's heart raced; he became extremely nervous. It felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his heart, which was about to burst.

"Actually, I am a flower," Maggie said softly.

Nathael was speechless.

Looking into her serious, clear eyes, he fell silent.

The next moment, Maggie laughed. "Now, I'm going to blossom."

Nathael rubbed his forehead, deciding he would have to ensure she drank less in the future.

Henry, driving, was filled with questions as he watched his boss indulge Maggie. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Can anyone tell me what kind of background this Ms. Adam has?

Oh, maybe Alex in Afriland knows, Maggie thought to herself.

Maggie drifted off to sleep in Nathael's embrace. Her phone continued to ring. Aside from a call from Master Cameron inquiring about the situation, the rest were from Joseph. Nathael glanced at the phone and turned it off.

Soft music played in the dim light, barely illuminating the bustling street. At this moment, the world seemed to quiet down. Nathael suddenly found the Aquapolis night view beautiful.

After approximately thirty minutes, the car arrived near Maggie's residential area. A deep voice came from the back seat. "Go around again." "Yes," Henry muttered.

After circling the area three times, Maggie finally woke up with a furrowed brow. Being awake was worse than being asleep. As soon as she moved, she felt a splitting headache and a dull throbbing in her head.

"Are we home?" she asked softly, her voice hoarse.

"We just arrived," Nathael replied, looking down at her with his pitch-black eyes.

Maggie frowned and slowly crawled back to her seat. Nathael suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his arms. Without her weight, he felt somewhat lost.

Feeling uncomfortable, Maggie pursed her red lips and remained silent.

Nathael handed her a cup of warm water. When he turned his head, he noticed the deep imprints on her cheek from when she had been leaning against him. The corner of his mouth twitched into a faint smile. He turned away, pretending not to have seen them.

Maggie didn't drink much; she couldn't handle too much water. Initially, she was just dizzy and bloated, but now her stomach was churning, and she felt nauseous. Ugh, it was uncomfortable…

Could it be that the alcohol wasn't too strong, but she was too young and not yet accustomed to the harsh realities of life?

Maggie's thoughts were in disarray. After this short nap, she felt even more exhausted.

It was only when the car came to a steady stop that Nathael gently placed a thin blanket over Maggie's shoulders. "Put this on. It gets chilly at night."

Maggie obediently wrapped herself up. It wasn't until Nathael stepped out of the car and opened the door for her that she blinked her clear eyes and softly uttered, "Carry me!"

Henry averted his gaze. However, deep down, he secretly started a small betting pool, wagering whether their ruthless Mr. Harris would carry Ms. Adam out of the car or leave her be. Maggie didn't mind; she was a drunken Maggie, and a drunken Maggie didn't need to be rational.

Seeing that he remained motionless, Maggie sighed and muttered to herself, "No one cares. No one loves me. I'm just a little cabbage in the field."

Nathael was left speechless.

The passage has been cleaned up for grammar, punctuation, and flow. Several sentences were combined for better readability, and some phrasing was improved for clarity and style. The italicized sections were left as they were, as they seem to be stylistic choices representing inner thoughts.