The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 134 The Art Of Pretense

Elmtohet Nathaniel’s mood was a clear indication that Freya was in for a rough time once they reached the villa.

No sooner had he expressed his displeasure than his phone rang.

Despite a slight furrow of his brows at the sight of the caller ID, he answered the call.

Abigail’s frail voice echoed from the other end.

This tactic had always worked on Nathaniel

side and shield her from harm.

were his kryptonite, compelling him to rush to her

However, this time, her voice seemed to irk him for some reason.

“Nathan. I’m unwell. I feel terrible. My father is out of the country. Could you please come over? I’m scared. Abigail pleaded

Freya, sharing the same vehicle with Nathaniel, had no choice but to listen to Abigail’s whimpering

who played the damsel in distress often

to secure Nathaniel’s protection time and again, not only because she had once saved him but also because she had

subtly turned her head away, not wanting Nathaniel to think she was eavesdropping.

I’ll send Ozzy to check on you. I have an urgent meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he

taken aback by his stern expression. She wanted

years ago, she had moved in with Nathaniel after they had publicly acknowledged their relationship, both in

calling Nathaniel at odd hours, citing various reasons like illness, fear of darkness and thunder, or menstrual discomfort. She often did this when Freya and Nathaniel were having a private

moment

trying to save Nathaniel, he felt morally obligated to take care of her. He felt indebted to her and believed it was his duty to

call with Abigail, Nathaniel’s mood darkened further. He tossed his phone aside, his

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chill run down her spine.

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