Chapter 41Key

The car drove onto Island Road, and a heavy rain poured down, accompanied by dazzling white lightning tearing through the sky, with deafening thunder engulfing the buildings. Maggie's mind was in chaos, and she flinched at the terrifying thunder, but Harold's coat tightly covered her head.
"Are you afraid of thunder?"
She raised her voice. "No."
Her voice was weak and delicate, being attacked by the pouring rain. Harold practically carried her as they walked, a short distance of several dozen. He was soaked halfway through, and his shirt revealed the defined muscle lines. The two of them stepped in. Maggie took off her coat, and except for the dampness in her shoes and socks that made them feel wet, the rest of her was wrapped tightly and not a single hair was wet.
The nanny welcomed them, handing them slippers and a towel. Maggie's attention was all on Harold, and she raised her hand to help him brush off the water on his shoulders. "We can carry the coats in together."
"You're too short," he lowered his gaze, sweeping over the two twists of hair above her head. "We won't walk fast if we carry them together."
She choked and retracted her hand. "Do it yourself then."
Harold chuckled, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and threw it onto the table. "Give the keys to the nanny."
Maggie paused, standing by the couch. "I hadn't planned on moving..."
Harold rolled up his trousers and sat down, unbuttoning two buttons on his shirt. The nanny placed cold medicine and a cup of warm water in front of him. He took the medicine and swallowed it without water, chewing it and swallowing it, his jawline smooth and sharp.
"Since your marriage is just for show, it should be a relief to separate. He caused trouble at the TV station and sent people to block your door. You both signed an agreement to divorce, so why did he still haunt you?"
Maggie pursed her lips, feeling wronged inside. "The reason for the divorce is because he was dishonest and deceived me. I have no problem."
Harold lit a cigarette without expression, and the atmosphere turned cold. There was a chill in his eyes, but his face remained calm. "That's why I want you to move out. So each of you can go your own way, not interfering with each other."
The nanny came out of the bathroom and said the bathwater was ready. Before she could respond, he stood up and went into the bathroom.
"Mrs. Green, the keys."
Maggie hesitated, then took them out of her bag and handed them to the nanny. She reluctantly went upstairs and into the room she had once lived in. The windows weren't tightly closed, and a few strands of rain drifted in, her head resting against the sound of thunder and rain.
After being rejected again and again, perhaps her patience had its limits. Until Maggie couldn't bear it any longer and fell into a heavy sleep, Harold didn't appear.
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The next day, Harold dressed in formal attire, a white shirt and tailored suit, his tall and broad figure standing tall. His leather shoes gleamed brightly. He adjusted his belt buckle in front of the mirror, looking like he was going on a business trip. The nanny handed him a briefcase, but he didn't take it.
Before leaving, he went upstairs and pushed open the door. Maggie's glossy black hair was spread out like silk on the pillow, her head buried deeply in the blankets. He squinted, wondering if she could even breathe. He lifted the corner of the blanket, revealing her two slender and white legs in his line of sight.
Maggie was never still when she slept, tossing and turning. Her white T-shirt was bundled up around her waist, and her underwear was a transparent pink, both sultry and vibrant.
Feeling the cold, Maggie's eyelids opened, revealing a narrow slit in the darkness. She watched him, sleepily.
Harold's dry palm slid over her body, brushing against her knees and stopping at her waist, the curves on both sides soft and beautiful.
"It tickles."
She was about to wake, avoiding his hand and twisting her body, causing her chest to tremble as well. Her nipples seemed to peek out from under the fabric.
Harold towered over her and gazed down, and Maggie's innocent and reserved appearance aroused an indescribable desire, subtly enticing him.
"How did you sleep?" His lips nibbled on her abdomen and waist, leaving a ring of bite marks. The attack between his teeth made her tremble. "What are you trembling for?"
"Anyone would be unable to resist being bitten."
Harold revealed the truth, "You are just too sensitive."
"Don't you ever take a break on weekends?"
Maggie noticed his formal attire and the strong scent of citrus on his collar. He didn't seem like the type of man who would wear cologne, so it was likely a fragrance from his wardrobe.
Harold took off his watch and placed it on the bedside table, "Well, a business trip."
The business trip was to accompany a senior executive on an inspection of the cross-city railway, with half of the total mileage within the city. The plan required an investment of over 30 billion dollars.
A govermnet car was arranged to pick up the officials at a specific time and place. Harold couldn't catch the car, so he had to return to the city government from Island Road, which would mean getting stuck in the rush hour traffic. It could take up to two hours, so he decided to take the 8:50 train instead.