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Chapter 400 Entangled in Self-Made Cocoon Maggie was stunned for a few seconds, then glanced down at the book in her hands, only to realise that all the words were upside down.

No wonder... I couldn't understand anything after reading it for ages! Arush of crimson flushed Maggie's checks in an instant, her white delicate cars were also stained with red haze.

Despite her efforts to maintain a composed façade, she calmly turned the book around, murmuring, "I prefer to read it this way." Nathael didn't say anything.

Maggie lowered her head, staring at the inverted words in the book, wishing she could just disappear into the ground.

This is very embarrassing! She knew she wasn't reading anything, but she hadn't expected to be utterly clueless.

If only she could spare even a fraction of her attention to the book, the outcwouldn't have been so humiliating.

It was truly so embarrassing! Seeing her entire face hidden behind the book, Nathael remained silent for a moment before saying softly. As long as you're happy." Maggie was upset.

I'm not happy! I am not happy!!! For no apparent reason, Maggie detected a hint of mockery in his words, making her already flushed face. burn even hotter.

Maggie decided to give up reading altogether once Nathael went to bed. She closed the book and tossed it onto the bedside table, then curled up under the blanket, turning her back completely to Nathael.

Nathael, who had just put the blanket on his body, saw the entire blanket was being yanked away by her, leaving him completely exposed.

Nathael was utterly speechless.

Maggie cocooned herself into a fuzzy ball, burying her head almost entirely.

Maggie felt a mixture of embarrassment from the earlier incident and fear that Nathael might start another round to torture her.

Even if he seemed to be in a good mood today, this man was moody; she couldn't gamble on his conscience.

1/4 82% Chapter 400 Entangled in Self-Made Cocoon Nathael turned off the light and pulled the blanket.

Maggie, who already shut her eyes, sensed the blanket being pulled backwards. In the darkness, she immediately opened her eyes, shifting her body forward, refusing to let him snatch the covers away.

I swore that I wouldn't let him touchagain today! The bruises from a couple of days ago hadn't even faded yet. If this continued, Maggie felt like she might end up dead in bed.

Seeing she didn't yield, Nathael exerted more force.

Maggie frowned. She pressed most of the blanket beneath her, resisting his pull with all her might, determined not to give up.

After a while, Nathael ceased his efforts.

Maggie kept her eyes open in the darkness, though unmoving, she remained alert to any movements behind her. "Nana, I don't have a blanket,” Nathael spoke softly, his voice sounding helpless.

Maggie stayed motionless, playing dead, no, playing asleep.

If there's no blanket, you could always get one, right? Even if there are none, there are still many rooms. Secing Maggie unmoved, Nathael propped himself up and, with a long reach, he pulled Maggie, along with the blanket, towards him.

He leaned over her, their close distance allowed Maggie to feel his warm breath.

Her eyes tightly shut, her throat involuntarily tightened, almost a reflex formed over these past few days. Whenever he got too close, she instinctively tensed up, her whole body rigid and immobile, not daring to move a muscle.

Yes, Maggie still pretended to be asleep, eyes shut tight as if she hadn't noticed his movements at all. Nathael gazed down at her for a while, his deep gaze carefully scanning her features.

Her small, porcelain-like face appeared cold and pristine, most likely due to her closed eyes and lack of rest over the last few days, which made it less bright and charming than usual, replaced by a hint of aloofness and fragility.

He continued to watch her, while Maggie almost suffocated, and her body frozen stiff as if trapped in winter's grasp.

What on earth does this despicable man want to do?! Maggie had only recently realised the unpleasantness lurking ur his character. He always seemed to enjoy deliberately tossing and tormenting her.

While it might not seem like a big deal, it made her feel both embarrassed and irritated; a mix of shand annoyance overwhelming her.

Just the thought of the past two nights made Maggie's ears turn traitorous, burning with intense shame.

2/4 ☐82% Chapter 400 Entangled in Self-Made Cocoon In the next moment, Nathael tugged at her thin lips and grabbed her cheek, giving it a slight pull. Maggie was taken aback but kept her eyes closed, still pretending to be asleep..

Seeing her still feigning sleep, Nathael increased the pressure in his pinch, teasingly stretching her soft flesh a bit more.

Even a light touch caused her delicate checks to flush, which was incredibly attractive.

Maggie clenched her teeth, seething with anger.

What does this despicable man want?! Luckily, just when she was about to lose her composure, Nathael finally let go.

However, before Maggie could fully exhale her held breath, the man's warm fingers pinched her carlobe.

The rounded and delicate earlobe looked exceptionally beautiful, like a refined white pearl, being kneaded repeatedly by his fingertips.

Maggie's breathing becirregular, her throat was constricted while she kept reminding herself not to move.

I must endure it! Even if she couldn't resist it, she wasn't a match for Nathael!! After several minutes, Nathael's index finger delicately caressed Maggie's lips, a slight smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Maggie's anger surged upwards like a raging fire.

Hold back! I must hold back! I can win against him! Enough is enough! I can't bear it anymore!!! In the next few seconds, Maggie opened her eyes and fiercely bit his index finger. Nathael stopped, the dampness mixed with a subtle pain spreading across his fingertip.

Nathael stared at her without moving, her dark pupils reflecting her shadow and highlighting her slightly pale face with a hint of arrogance and wrath, as well as vibrant and inexplicably lovely. Meeting her dark gaze, Maggie couldn't help but waver.

She slowly let go of her bite, avoided his gaze, and muttered, "Sorry, I was dreaming. I thought I was eating chocolate strawberries." Nathael pulled out his slightly wet finger. He chuckled softly before lowering his head and kissing her lips fiercely.

3/4 82% Chapter 400 Entangled in Self-Made Cocoon "Oh, really? I want to taste it." Maggie hadn't expected his audacity to escalate. She struggled to push him away.

Unfortunately, he was wrapped up in her blanket, pinned beneath him. She couldn't even pull out her hands, let alone push him away! Maggie tried several times to no avail. His hands conveniently pressed down on her, rendering her completely immobile.

Nathael mischievously wreaked havoc between her lips, plundering her.

Maggie was on the brink of passing out. She finally grasped the full meaning of a term-entangled in a self-made cocoon! Indeed, I am in a self-made cocoon right now.

This is beyond frustrating! "Uh, Nathael!" Maggie attempted to turn her head to avoid him, but his kisses landed on her cheeks and neck.

"Hmm?" he responded with amazing patience.

Maggie's voice choked with emotion, feeling suffocated and aggrieved, "I can't get my hand out, you're ΕΠ pressing down on my blanket." Nathael raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent, "I thought you liked it."

"You're spouting rubbish! I don't..." Maggie was furious. She felt liken crying, her eyes mbist. Her current expression inexplicably aroused his desire to ravage her. Send Gifts 1701