Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel)

Chapter 394 We Are Incompatible Nathael forcefully wedged himself between her legs, causing Maggie to tremble uncontrollably.

In the struggle, Maggie's hand ended up smacking his face by mistake.

With a crisp sound echoing in the room, both of them froze in their actions.

Maggie stared at him blankly with the corners of her eyes tinged red. In the faint light, she could see a blood mark scratched across his cheek by her hand.

Maggie was startled for a moment, feeling even more uneasy.

With no turning back, she hesitated for a moment, her eyelashes quivering as she steeled herself.

Avoiding Nathael's gaze, she turned her head aside, her breath shaky as she murmured, "Just calm down."

Nathael's gaze darkened, and he managed to utter a few words through clenched teeth, "Maggie!"

Maggie's heart fluttered lightly, unable to shake off the unease.

This side of Nathael felt unfamiliar, just like the lunatic he had become in her past life after her death.

Nathael wasted no time, swiftly grabbing a tie from the wardrobe drawer before Maggie could react,

"What are you up to?"

Maggie was taken aback for a few seconds, then struggled to rise, but Nathael's strong hands pinned her wrists above her head, tying them there.

Maggie's eyes flared with a mix of anger and fear.

Even though she trusted he wouldn't harm her, she couldn't shake off the strange feeling of embarrassment, causing her cheeks to flush and her whole body to heat up.

"Nathael, let me go!" Maggie struggled fiercely, her voice catching with emotion. The tie bit into her wrists, leaving two red marks on her delicate skin.

Nathael seemed to calm down now, his previous anger and coldness fading Maggie's fear, her heart racing with unease and panic.

away. But this only heightened Soft, gentle kisses landed on Maggie's neck, causing her entire body to tense up. Their heated skin pressed together, reminiscent of countless other nights, yet somehow different.

Nathael skillfully explored, causing Maggie to tremble uncontrollably. His moist, tender kisses landed on every inch of her skin, leaving a flush in their wake.

She closed her eyes, gradually giving up the struggle, only wishing that this madness would end soon.

But Nathael seemed to enjoy tormenting her, teasing her to the point of desperation yet never taking it further.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

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Chapter 394 We Are Incompatible.

Under his teasing, she couldn't help but shiver with a mix of excitement and emptiness, feeling unusually sensitive.

Nathael lowered his head to kiss her neck, his voice husky. "Nana, tell me you love me."

Maggie tightly bit her lip, staying silent, her ears and neck already flushed crimson.

But Nathael was always patient, and now he seemed intent on teasing her further, creating an ambiguous tension as if engaged in a silent tug-of-war.

His fingers were long and skilful, smoothly finding their way in.

He leaned down to bite her, and Maggie clenched her teeth tightly, her throat parched. A thin mist of tears formed on her eyelashes, tears stubbornly trickling down.

As time ticked by, Maggie had already become completely limp, her eyes filled with affection, her breathing uneven.

Her thoughts seemed to be slowly consumed, all rationality and detachment fading away under his deliberate tenderness.

Sweat beads dripped down her forehead as she gritted her teeth, a hint of blood lingering in her mouth, but her mind was blank.

She had never imagined that Nathael could be so skilled at tormenting people.

Maybe she should have seen it coming, but she never thought it would happen to her, especially not like this.

"Nana, I'll change anything you don't like about me, Nathael whispered, his dark eyes pleading.

Nathael couldn't figure out why everything was fine one moment, and then suddenly everything turned upside down.

Even more confusing was why she could just pull away so coldly.

He had tried to stick with her, thinking that as long as he held on, things would be okay. But she kept pushing him away repeatedly. Now, how could he possibly let go?

Maggie's eyelashes trembled as her misty gaze met his.

She bit back the taste of blood between her teeth, struggling to hold onto the last shreds of her sanity. Softly, she said, "Nathael, we're not right together. Let go."

In an instant, Nathael fiercely claimed her.

Maggie let out a small whimper as the powerful grip made her clench her fingers tight, her nails digging into her palms, bringing a sharp pain that felt distant compared to everything else.

"Ugh."

Nathael stayed quiet, just plundering her relentlessly.

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14:14 Thu, 13 Jun Chapter 394 We Are Incompatible After what felt like ages, Maggie couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, "Let go I don't want this!

"Sob sob..."

Maggie felt like she was on the verge of losing it, the intense sensation or whatever it was, pushing her to the edge of sanity.

He was like a devil on a fast descent, hell-bent on dragging her down into madness, After who knows how long, Maggie passed out from crying

Nathael slowly stopped his movements, greedily gazing at the woman before him. Her cheeks still held the flush of recent activity, tears wet on her face. Now, her eyes were shut tight, with a scab still on her lips.

Strands of hair lay scattered on the deep blue sheets, like a waterfall.

Nathael couldn't help but lightly kiss her eyelids, his gaze dark. "Nana, what am I supposed to do with you?

Nathael loosened the tie from her wrist, noticing the purple bruise it left behind, darkening his mood even more.

After a while, he picked her up, gave her a quick wash, and then applied some ointment to her wrist and underneath.

After tucking her in. Nathael still couldn't sleep. He got up, went to the living room's floor-to-ceiling window, and lit a cigarette.

The pale smoke wrapped around his face, making his silhouette appear lonely and desolate.

After finishing his cigarette, Nathael picked up the phone that Alex had sent and dialled the number.

Before long, Alex answered the call. "Mr. Harris."

"Find out who she's been hanging out with lately. Nathael's voice was icy. O He still wanted to find an excuse, trying to prove that she still loved him, rather than dwelling on the reasons she had given.

Nathael knew she was right. He was used to being in control, he was possessive and stubborn.

He thought he could hide it well, believed he could keep it in check.

But how could he deal with going back to the darkness after seeing a glimmer of light?

If she had never gotten close, never given him a chance, maybe he could convince himself to stay away forever.

But now, he couldn't let her go anymore.

A few seconds later, Nathael opened his eyes again, the deep black pupils dark and mysterious, like a cold, deep sea.