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Chapter 369
Les Star All Over Again, Shall We?
Chapter 369 Chickens Pecking
“It’s important to live in the moment; we can’t spend each day dwelling on violence and bloodshed, Timmothy remarked casually, folding his fan.
Maggie couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m surprised you have that kind of insight.”
“Is the brooch finished?” Timmothy’s demeanor shifted as he locked eyes with Maggie.
He looked like a child anticipating a gift, yet there was a hint of darkness lurking in his eyes.
It felt as though Timmothy might break Maggie’s neck at any moment if she didn’t give a satisfactory
answer.
Unfortunately, Maggie ignored the shadow in his eyes and replied straightforwardly, “I’ve been swamped lately.”
“Maggie!”
There was a hint of mockery in Maggie’s eyes as she calmly addressed the man with a deceptive face, “What’s wrong? You used to call my name so gently.”
Honestly, Maggie didn’t find it weird when he had that harmless and obedient appearance before.
But she had to admit that this demeanor suited him better.
In simpler terms, this was more like him.
For once, Timmothy was left speechless, staring intently at Maggie as if she were a rare object.
“Stop staring. Even if you stare, I won’t fancy you. Your face is fine, but your attitude is really off– putting. Plus; you’re late; I already fell in love with someone else.” Maggie’s words were firm, and she felt a sense of relief in silencing Timmothy.
Timmothy chuckled and reclined in his chair again. Under the cold snowlight, his pale face seemed even paler, almost devoid of color. “It’s been a month, and you haven’t even made a sketch?”
It was clear he was still fixated on that brooch.
Maggie poured herself more tea and replied, “My time is precious. I would rather spend every second with Nathael; I don’t have time to make a brooch for you.”
Timmothy appeared displeased as he leaned back and looked at her, his eyes somewhat elongated, bearing a slight resemblance to Nathael.
“Aren’t you worried I’ll blame Nathael? Maybe I’ll take two of his fingers this time. Timmothy’s tone turned slightly resentful.
Maggie’s temper flared up upon hearing this. She splashed the warm tea from her cup onto Timmothy’s face in one swift motion.
The tea didn’t reach his overly pale face but trickled down his almost colorless chin, staining his clean clothes.
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stared at Maggie directly, seemingly provoked by her.
Maggie couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, so you get mad too? I thought you were indifferent to everything”
“Maggie, aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you?” Timmothy spoke softly, taking the handkerchief offered by Samuel to wipe the water from his cheeks.
Maggie chuckled self–deprecatingly. “I’m practically on my deathbed; what do I have to fear?
“But honestly, I can’t stand the way you talk about Nathael. Don’t act like he’s a puppet you can control at will. Don’t forget–you’ve lost a leg before too.”
Maggie felt like she was losing her mind with the impending breakup with Nathael. She was acting recklessly when dealing with the Camerons and with Timothy as well.
“Also, Timmothy, don’t use other people’s concessions to justify your reckless behavior. If it weren’t for your father, do you think he’d keep conceding to you?
“Master Harris feels guilty towards your father, so he’s been lenient with you repeatedly. But you should know better; don’t let your mind deteriorate along with your body. Don’t harm those who’ve conceded to
you. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
After Maggie finished speaking, Timmothy seemed thoroughly enraged. His face darkened completely as he growled softly. He conceded? I never asked him to do that! I don’t need his pity. Does he think he could win if he didn’t concede?”
Maggie’s eyes were cold and clear as she looked directly at him. “He can win regardless; whether he concedes or not, he’ll still come out on top.”
Timmothy sneered, “You think he’s faultless, but he’s not.
Maggie retorted slowly, “So what? Somebody will always love him! Timmothy, has nobody ever loved you
like that?”
With
that, anger flushed Timmothy’s eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
“Maggie!”
He lunged to grab Maggie’s neck, clearly furious.
But Leo was quick–even quicker than Timmothy.
Perhaps anticipating their argument, like chickens pecking at each other, Leo had been watchful.
He intercepted Timmothy’s movement, blocking his hand.
With red eyes, Timmothy glanced impatiently at the man beside Maggie.
Leo’s expression remained stoic/his eyes cold and distant. It seemed impossible to ruffle his emotions or make him flinch.
Leo met his gaze unwaveringly and said gently, “Mr. Harris, you’re an adult; you shouldn’t resort to violence when you’re losing an argument.”
Timmothy chuckled, his gaze shifting to Maggie beside Leo.
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Maggie smirked, challenging him with her eyes.
She looked like she was daring him to make a movet
Timmothy chuckled and reclined in his chair, casually picking up his fan as he said slowly, “Well, I’m not worried. After all, you’re about to break up with Nathael. Make sure to livestream it for me.”“
“Dream on!” Maggie cursed under her breath, almost boiling with anger at his audacity. Timmothy smirked and said softly, “Tell me, who do you think will cry more–you or Nathael?”
Maggie resisted the urge to ruin his face. She smirked collly and replied, “Well, I guess you should you stick around a bit longer to find out.
pray
Right after she finished her sentence, Iris and a middle–aged man, accompanied by two medical assistants, emerged from a consultation room.
The man held some medication and kept thanking Iris.
It was then that Maggie had the chance to observe them. Iris, a woman in her forties with short hair and thick black–framed glasses, had long, slender legs and a well–proportioned figure.
She had no makeup on, yet her complexion was light but healthy.
Despite being in her forties, she still looked decent. Apart from a few fine lines, she showed no signs of aging.
Currently in a white coat, she exuded a chilly aura. Yet there was a sense of seriousness and diligence about her, somewhat reminiscent of a character from a cartoon.
“Maggie Adam?” Iris’s gaze landed on her, neither warm nor enthusiastic.
“Hi, I’m Maggie Adam, Maggie said, extending her hand with a warm smile.
Iris shook her hand and nodded. “Let me check your pulse first; I’ll assess the situation.”
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