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

Chapter 328

Chapter 328 You’ll Be More Devious Than Me

Sabastian sneered and said, “You like to meddle in other people’s business. I wonder how Maggie would feel if she knew you were the one who forced m

Nathael’s gaze grew darker; his sharp eyes locked onto the carefree man before him. There was a hint of malice in his tone as he said, “I don’t mind,, as

Sabastian’s expression darkened even further. He casually placed his hand in his pocket and responded sarcastically, “How are we any different?

“You’re just more devious and shameless than I am!”

Nathael’s expression remained stoic, only his eyes revealing the deepening intensity of his thoughts, which mirrored the darkness of the sky. He responded softly, “Thanks for the compliment.”

“Are you guys done talking?” Maggie couldn’t help but feel uneasy. After waiting a while, she stuck her head out the window and looked in their direction

Nathael broke eye contact with Sabastian. He turned toward Maggie, ignoring the other man as he walked back to the car.

Sabastian stood there, watching his retreating back. A hint of irritation surged in his eyes, despite his usual laid–back demeanor.

Once inside the car, Maggie poked her head out again. She waved to Sabastian and said, “See you later!”

“Sure.” Sabastian waved back with a smile.

Maggie withdrew her gaze. Soon, the car was moving again.

The atmosphere inside the car suddenly felt heavy. Maggie glanced at Nathael, who was staring out the window with a cold expression, his jaw clenchin Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Maggie reached out and gently scratched his palm, asking, “What’s got you so grumpy?”

Nathael turned his gaze back to her. His eyes were cold and distant, sending a shiver down her spine.

Maggie gulped nervously. She raised a finger as if taking an oath and stated, “I wasn’t flirting with any man, I swear. Sabastian is Mr. Dunphy’s son; we’v

Nathael let out a cold laugh and spoke in a low voice, “You seemed pretty happy to see him.”

Maggie leaned closer to him. She grasped his arm and spoke softly, “Do you smell something sour in the car?”

Nathael’s lips pressed into a tight line, remaining silent, but his hand gripped her, their fingers interlocking.

“I haven’t seen him in years; of course I’ll be happy to see him, but it’s just happiness, nothing more,”

Nathael lowered his gaze, feeling a sense of discomfort in his chest.

700

Years ago, when Master Harris sent his to the army for special training, Nathael managed to have a day off with much difficulty. He hoped to see Maggie, only to find himself on the verge of losing control with the events that unfolded.

After learning piano from Kevin and Leo, Maggie became close with Sabastian. The three of them often cansed mischief together.

On that day, it was someone’s birthday, and the trio were celebrating at the bar.

Perhaps someone had malicious intentions or there was some pent–up frustration, but by the time Nathael found Maggie, she was already drunk.

Sabastian and Leo planned to take her home, but Maggic refused, fearing that she might upset Ronald and Olivia by being drunk.

As an adopted child, she had to be perfect, with no room for mistakes or indulgence.

Sabastian booked a private room at the bar, intending to let her rest while Leo fetched some warm water and medicine for her stomach ache and hangover.

When Nathael saw Sabastian lead Maggie into the private room, he frowned. Although the door had a glass panel, only the two of them were inside.

At that time, she was sixteen, and Sabastian was nineteen.

Nathael stood at the door, peering through the glass window. He saw Maggie curled up in a corner of the couch and fell asleep.

Sabastian sat about a meter away. He kept watch over her and made no inappropriate moves.

Nathael stayed outside. He leaned against the wall, lit up a cigarette, and watched her from the hallway.

“Water …

Time passed slowly, and the bar was bustling with noise. Sabastian quickly got up and poured Maggie a glass of water. She drank a few sips to ease the dry sensation in her throat.

Her head still felt heavy, and her stomach burned, preventing her from fully waking up.

“Feeling a bit better? I told you not to mix drinks, but you wouldn’t listen,” Sabastian said, his expression carrying a hint of reprimand.

Maggie furrowed her brows, not really hearing him, just feeling someone buzzing in her ear.

Soon, her head tilted to one side, and she fell asleep again.

Sabastian sighed softly. He draped his jacket over her, his gaze softening as he looked at her pale face.

She seemed uncomfortable; her brow was slightly furrowed. Her skin, which was normally fair and bright, was flushed with a hint of red. Despite her stun touch of coldness.

Her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows over her cheeks, her nose was small but sharp, and her lips were slightly chapped from drinking.

Sabastian’s swallowed, and his gaze became gentle.

He didn’t know when he started to have a crush on her. Maybe it was when she obediently sat at the piano for hours without complaint.

Or maybe it was when he blamed her for his mischief, and she glared at him but couldn’t fight back.

Or perhaps it was each time she passed by that he found himself unable to resist tripping her with his foot or tugging on her braid. He couldn’t help but want to see her break free from her well–behaved, obedient facade and see her laugh, go wild, and let loose.

“What does Joseph have that I don’t?” Sabastian couldn’t help but ask. He knew she always saw him as a brother.

He only wished he had met her sooner, before Joseph became so important in her heart.

Joseph was always around. He had two ways with words, charming and protective. The Camerons had given her so much. Sabastian didn’t know how h

Despite this, he was still unwilling to give up. He always wanted to try to win her over, to show her that maybe she didn’t really know what it meant to like someone or what true love was.

She was still young, and even if she seemed mature for her age, he always feared scaring her away.

Sabastian’s gaze softened as he looked at her peaceful face. Just then, Maggie seemed uncomfortable and slipped down on the couch a little. Her posit

Sabastian got up to lift her up, but as he leaned in, he couldn’t help but suppress his breath.

She was only inches away, her innocent face was so close, stripped of her usual reserve and formality, that she appeared sweet and harmless.

Sabastian’s throat tightened. Without even thinking, he gently kissed her forehead.