Chapter 382 Maggie's Evening
While Della started her day in the morning light, it was already ten o'clock in the evening for Maggie, who was in a daze in the dark basement.
The basement remained the same as it was before Della left, with all her things neatly stored away. She left without any worries and without leaving any message for him.
The entire basement only had a simple folding bed, which was placed against the wall without even a lamp next to it. Maggie, who had always been particular about her looks as an adult, sat on the folding bed that would not affect Della's existence, staring at the lamp on the obsidian table.
This is the only light in this basement, just as lonely as Maggie, the only one in the basement.
Can't find it, not at all.
Are you still not going to calm down?
It was a mistake to make her love herself too much.
But if she didn't love herself, it wouldn't be worth his trouble now.
Maggie thought about it and came up with one reason - he was too extreme and should have left Draco or someone else as a trap to trip up Della.
Maggie does not regret his manipulation of Della's life, let alone repentance.
Della will understand sooner or later that no matter what the process is, they are the most connected people in the world.
He thought so and forced himself to be more patient. Maggie was sure that the moment Della reappeared in front of him, everything would return to normal.
And Della would definitely show up, and now he was not the only one enduring the torment of the painful separation.
Dong-dong——
A gentle knock on the door interrupted Maggie's thoughts. He still didn't lock the door, but this time he didn't answer. Instead, he stood up and walked towards the door with his long legs. With every step he took, his dejection was hidden a little bit. When he arrived at the door, he was completely the difficult young man who never showed his emotions.
Maggie opened the door in silence. Although she could tell from the way it was knocking that it wasn't Leah, she was still a little surprised to see Hina, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
"Why are you here?" He looked at the slightly trembling blue eyes and asked with raised eyebrows.
"Miss Abend didn't change the locks, so I asked my cousin for the key." Sheena looked up at the handsome face that was still as calm as before, and a courage that she had never shown to Maggie surged on her face. "I heard that you were in a bad mood recently, and I was a little worried about you, Maggie."
"Who told you that?" Maggie felt that Leah was not the type to do such unnecessary things, so she asked another question looking into Xina's eyes and used Legilimency.
"I heard it when I went to pick up my cousin from get off work..." Xina said unconfidently. Knowing that she couldn't go into more depth on this topic, she quickly changed the subject, "Honestly, Maggie, I don't know how to make you feel better, but I think you can't keep your problems to yourself..."
Maggie found the answer in Sheena's endless whispers.
Kondra Barrios, does that playboy think that women can solve all problems?
The Piazza people did know about Della's situation, because Maggie asked them to keep an eye on Della's movements in the Muggle world as well.
"Maggie, can we go have a cup of tea first? Chat with me, I'm really worried about you." Xina invited him earnestly.
Tea?
Is this the purpose of a woman knocking on a man's door at ten o'clock at night?
Maggie felt annoyed with Hina, who was easily instigated by Barrios and came in his car tonight. Although this woman could call him Maggie now and her courage had improved a little, her wavering, weak and pretentious nature had not changed.
"Let's go." Maggie looked at Xina's face and calmed down the negative emotions in her heart.
Forget it, just bear with it. I have to see Ximena grow old naturally at least once.
Maggie followed behind Xina, already thinking about how to send her home tactfully later. Admittedly, he had not indulged in lust for a long time. The last time was the night before Voldemort's resurrection. Lydia enjoyed his body before returning to Country D, while Maggie enjoyed her own attitude more.
A mere body does not make him addicted, and love without personality will not make him stay. As long as he wants these things, he can have them by pretending once or twice. It is really cheap.
Xina's love has no personality. Although her body is perfect, he never has that kind of thoughts about it.
They walked towards the kitchen in silence. When they passed the sofa in the living room and were very close to the kitchen, Xina suddenly covered her mouth, as if she could no longer hold on, and she began to sob.
What are you doing?
Even Maggie, who was the best at guessing people's thoughts, was startled by this unexpected move. He patted Hina's back politely and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Maggie, who was just mentioned as someone who needed care, asked softly, becoming more convinced that this woman was good for nothing except her face.
"Dela, your sister came to my place before she left," Xina cried, "She came once, and I saw something was wrong with her. She loved Beretta so much, but it was not right that she never came to my place again..."
"I keep thinking about it and I always feel uneasy," she sobbed, her tears full of guilt and regret, "If I had told Miss Abend in time, you would have discovered that something was wrong with Della earlier, so you wouldn't have to suffer so much now..."
You take yourself too seriously.
Maggie almost sneered. He half-heartedly coaxed Hina to sit on the sofa next to him, and instead became the one to counsel others. "The conflict has been going on for a long time. Don't blame yourself too much, Hina."
Even if he abandoned her, it was a matter between him and Della, and no one else had the right to get involved.
"But she looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated," Xina was still crying, her misty eyes were lovable, "I didn't ask her any further, I didn't make any effort. If I had insisted on asking, the problem might not have developed to the point where she ran away from home."
Well, give her some face.
Maggie thought so, still comforting Xina with her mouth and using Legilimency with her eyes.
The resurfacing of that unsettling memory made Hina cry even harder, and she almost choked from crying.
Maggie, who had not been so attentive at first, gradually frowned. He realized that Xina was indeed a small catalyst for Della's departure.
To be more precise, the catalyst was his disguise in front of Hina.
......
Why didn't Della understand? He didn't want to restrict her. He just wanted him to be in her future forever.
boom!
The crisp sound of shattering glass brought Maggie back to his senses. He looked at the broken glass on the coffee table and tilted his head in confusion.
Has he reached the point where his magic power is out of control?
Or, a magic riot?
There seems to be a saying that some people with little magical talent who lack the opportunity to break out will not receive admission notices from magic schools, but they do have some talent.
Maggie turned his gaze to the still crying Hina, and for the first time looked at this girl whom he didn't care much about except for her face.