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

her eyes to find that Nathaniel had returned to Newport Villa at some

Hem

was leaning over her, so close it seemed like he

start, causing Nathaniel to stand abruptly, a look of confusion on his

faint smell of alcohol lingered on him. The room was dimly lit by a small wall lamp,

face, his expression unreadable. He didn’t pull away the hand that Freya was still clutching.

let go

sat up, propping herself

reached out to wipe away the tears on Freya’s cheeks, but she

in the air before slowly retracting. He reached for his cigarette case but didn’t take one

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had spoken to her

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

All her nightmares

room fell silent,

to respond. He continued to sit on the small fabric sofa, staring at the hand Freya had just been

sitting on the bed across from Nathaniel. She shifted, intending to get out of bed, but