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Chapter 234 It Brings More Pain
A sense of unease gripped Maggie, her chest constricted with anxiety.
The prospect of encountering Nathael again intensified her uncase.
“Sure,” she replied promptly.
In a swift decision, Maggie sought solace in distraction.
That night, Maggie and Mia hit up one of Aquapolis’s hottest clubs, discovering Leo and Lucas already
there.
“Joyce is wrapping up her filming overseas, and she’ll be back soon,” Mia shared, perusing the menu.
“That’s a good news,” Maggie remarked, uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring generous servings for all.
Meanwhile, Lucas, donned in a black hoodie and duckbill cap, remained immersed in his laptop. His youthful face bearing a distant, pale expression.
Quiet and introspective, Lucas seldom shared much. Maggie had faith that he’d keep her request for information confidential.
Leo, clad in a light gray suit with a few shirt buttons undone, seemed less welcoming to strangers, his usual. warmth overshadowed by a touch of arrogance. His gaze, akin to bright moons, oscillated between distant chilliness and occasional softness, lingering on Maggie.
“Don’t fixate on me, just enjoy your drink,” Maggie cautioned. She’d always been on guard when he gazed at her.
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In the intricate dance of understanding, while Nathael and his brother wielded the decipher minds, Leo held an unmatched comprehension of Maggie’s inner workings.
With Leo, Maggie discovered a sanctuary, confident that he’d safeguard her confidences, even if they pierced his own heart.
But… could she be causing him pain too?
Reminiscing about their shared history, Maggie recalled Leo’s usual aloofness, punctuated by moments of reckless abandon upon the revelation of what Nathael did.
Steering clear of his penetrating gaze, Maggie allowed herself to unwind with Mia.
Immersed in the allure of foreign wines, they relished each sip from over a dozen bottles, exploring a spectrum of flavours.
As vibrant performances illuminated the stage, the dim lights woven a hypnotic atmosphere around the
audience.
In her quest for intoxication, Maggie sensed her movements gradually slowing, a paradoxical effect of her
efforts.
Yet, as often happens, the pursuit of inebriation led to a curious clarity.
in the glow of a cigarette.
The impending fallout weighed heavily on everyone’s minds,
“Maggie, my dad’s at it again. I caught him red–handed with some woman in a hotel,” Mia revealed, sprawled on the couch with an XO bottle in hand.
He: mood clearly soured, Mia leaned heavily on Maggie, who seemed lost in thought. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
“It’s not the first time, so why bother making a fuss now?” Mia sighed, frustration evident in her voice. That woman is even worse than my mom.
Maggie reached over, tousling Mia’s hair and drawing her close. “Mr. Jordan won’t bring her home, and she’s not your mom.”
Mia sighed, opting for silence.
Jordan wasn’t exactly a model of virtue, but he had always treated Mia kindly. Despite lavishing affection. on her late mother, he sought solace in another woman less than three years after her passing.
Whether it was fleeting infatuation, commitment–phobia, or genuine affection, Jordan had a history of flings. Marriage was never in his plans, signalling his aversion to commitment. He wasn’t exactly faithful, but he didn’t deceive anyone either.
Mia found it all quite irritating.
Mia, have you ever thought about the fact that we’ll all kick the bucket one day?” Maggie’s voice was soft.
“Pift, who hasn’t pondered death? They say you won’t need much sleep in life because you’ll catch plenty of Z’s after you’re gone. So, gotta make that bed comfy for the long nap,” Mia replied, her gaze fixed lazily on the vibrant, surreal stage, resembling a beautiful Persian cat.
“Prepare what, exactly? How to croak?” Maggie chuckled.
Mia’s eyes sparkled with enthick the bucket, I’ve gotta splurge on the fanciest coffin
ever, Decked out with jewels and diamonds, stuffed with all my favourite bling. Even in the afterlife, I gotta
shine!”
Her excitement palpable, Mia stood up straight. “How about we coffin shop next week?”
Maggie remained silent.
Though Lucas was fervently invited, he opted for a quiet response.
Leo felt a headache brewing.
As Maggie pondered the practicality, she realised Mia might not require it soon, but she might be the one needing it in a few years.
But everybody is cremated nowadays,
They continued drinking, lost in conversation, when Maggie’s phone buzzed on the table.
Mia raised an eyebrow at the notification. “It’s Harris, the jerk.”
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Chapter 234 It Brings More Paint
Maggie stared at the screen, silent for a while, showing no interest.
“Are you two fighting?” Mia asked, puzzled.
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“No, just irked, Maggie muttered, taking a few more sips of the spicy liquid, its heat spreading down her throat, igniting a fiery sensation.
A few minutes later, her phone chimed again. It was Nathael, but after throwing Nolan off earlier, she wasn’t in the mood for conversation.
Avoiding his call, she dreaded the flood of emotions seeing him might unleash. With a sigh, she picked up her phone, hesitated, then set it back down in frustration.
The incessant buzzing of her phone hinted at concern or perhaps fear of her wavering resolve.
With every memory of Nathael’s intense gaze, Maggie’s heart twisted painfully. The more she dwelled on it, the sharper the ache became.
What would Nathael do if she were gone?
After enduring several minutes of the relentless ringing, Maggie finally grabbed her phone, her vision. clouded with emotion.
Brushing away the tears that threatened to fall, she powered off her phone, shutting out the world for a
moment.
As Maggie looked up, Leo reached out, grasping her wrist gently. “Enough drinking. Let’s head to Table Mountain,” he urged.
After a brief pause, Maggie relented with a nod. “Sure.”
Mia shrugged indifferently, showing no inclination to join them.
Exiting the club, they were met with a biting night breeze. The cold air helped clear some of Maggie’s intoxication as she settled into the passenger seat. Leo didn’t pry, simply steering towards Table Mountain.
Maggie shut her eyes, cracked the window open, and in a hazy yet oddly lucid state, she pondered the time she had left.
If thirty years old is the turning point, then I have about half a decade left on the clock.
It was enough time to do a lot of stuff, like destroying the Camerons.
At the same time, there wasn’t much she could do. She couldn’t spend much time with Nathael.
If this relationship would end in tears, she wondered if the moments of joy and love meant anything.
In the end, they might only bring more pain.
11:26 Sat, 25 May
Let’s Star All Over Again. Shall We?