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

to the realization that women who played the damsel in distress

but also because she had mastered the art

turned her head away, not wanting

Ozzy to

his stern expression. She wanted to say something but found herself

she had moved in with Nathaniel after they had

had a habit of calling Nathaniel at odd hours, citing various reasons like illness, fear of darkness and thunder, or menstrual discomfort. She often

moment

to Abigail’s aid with Ozzy. After 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.

Nathaniel’s mood darkened further. He tossed his phone

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need to discuss something priva Nathaniel instructed, his voice cold

a chill run down her spine.

Finished

no one disturbs us

suppressed emotions.

that Alexander’s faux intimacy with