The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 166 Mr. Morgan At Her Bedside.

In this world, it was a given that shattered mirrors couldn’t be pieced back together, and spilled water couldn’t be gathered up again.

Freya found herself puzzled as to why Nathaniel had decided to renovate the Gomez family’s manor. She had a vague feeling that it was his way of making amends for something. Could it be that he was trying to make up for her?

A bitter look crossed Freya’s eyes. Could their relationship ever return to what it once was?

She hadn’t slept well for several days, and the constant running around had left her exhausted. She drew the curtains to block out the setting sun and fell asleep on the guest bedroom bed.

Her dreams were plagued by nightmares again. The same bloody image of her father, the unborn. child, and her younger brother obscured in the mist.

“Dad! Brother!!”

In her dream. Freya reached out to grasp the hands of her family, but they slipped through her fingers. She reached out again, desperately trying to hold on

A very real sensation of touch startled her, and she found herself clutching a familiar hand. It was large, with well–defined joints, but it was cold.

sensation jolted

Newport Villa at some point and was sitting

Hem

leaning over her, so close it seemed like he might pull her into

with a start, causing Nathaniel to stand abruptly, a

him. The room was dimly lit by a small

light illuminated Nathaniel’s stern face, his expression unreadable. He didn’t pull away the hand that Freya was still clutching.

let go of Nathaniel’s hand.

Morgan?” Freya sat up, propping herself up on

the tears on Freya’s cheeks, but she instinctively pulled away. uncomfortable with the

in the air before slowly retracting. He reached

nlaced his hand an harbinge und seked. “Tid um hana a

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had spoken to her gently since their falling out three years

ruthless demeanor. His sudden gentleness left her feeling disoriented, and she chose to

could she answer? All her

fell silent,

the small fabric sofa, staring at the hand

She shifted, intending to get