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

women who played the damsel in

not only because she had once saved him but also because she had mastered the art of feigning vulnerability. Her voice, fragile and pleading, evoked

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

response. “What’s the matter with you? I’ll send Ozzy to check on you.

disbelief, taken aback by his stern expression. She wanted to say something but

in with Nathaniel after they

darkness and thunder, or menstrual discomfort. She often did this

moment

Abigail’s health deteriorated due to a gunshot wound she received while trying to save Nathaniel, he felt morally obligated to take care of her. He felt indebted to her and believed it was his

darkened further. He tossed his phone

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134 The Art

You’re just in time.

to discuss something priva Nathaniel instructed,

chill run down her

Finished

ensure no one disturbs us on the second floor,”

suppressed

that Alexander’s faux intimacy with her had upset Nathaniel.