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 Freya

Newport Villa at some point and was sitting beside her bed.

Hem

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

stand

dimly lit by a small wall lamp, casting a soft yellow

expression unreadable. He didn’t pull away the

quickly let go of

up, propping herself up on

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

retracting. He reached

hand an harbinge und seked. “Tid

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taken aback. This was the first time Nathanjel had spoken to her gently since their falling out three years ago.

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

answer? All her

silent, the atmosphere

small fabric sofa, staring at the hand Freya had just been holding, as if he was

Nathaniel. She shifted, intending to get out of bed, but