The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 392

Just as he was about to walk over, Nathaniel heard footsteps in the distance. It was Peyton emerging from Freya's room, with a face of heavy concern.

Instinctively, Nathaniel hid on a balcony nearby. He was in a terrible mood and didn't want to meet anyone.

He sat down on a chair on the balcony, looking at the rolling mountains and the view outside the window, yet feeling a heavy burden in his heart.

Eventually, Nathaniel stood up and discarded the cigarette he nearly crushed into powder.

Freya's health was so poor that she couldn't be exposed to secondhand smoke.

Even his only outlet for relief was blocked. Feeling somewhat frustrated, he headed towards Freya's bedroom.

They had a larger bedroom in the castle that had just been set up as their bridal suite for the wedding night. But for the time being, they stayed in separate rooms. Despite the arrangement, Nathaniel often snuck into Freya's room.

This path to boundless happiness was now well-trodden for him.

hand, placing his palm on the

deep breath, turned the doorknob, and

left on in the room, with the ceiling light turned off to facilitate sleep. The curtains were

a soft glow on Freya lying in bed. She was not asleep. She couldn't sleep. She had just been talking with Peyton, who had advised her to

hearing those familiar footsteps outside the door, Freya quickly

sight, Freya's body tensed up, knowing that she

might not have seen through her act on the

but Nathaniel pressed her shoulder down and then

pulling up a chair to sit by her bed. Freya glanced at him, "Better. It's just

your medicine?" Nathaniel lifted her arm to inspect the wounds. The left-over rope marks were treated with

perhaps even furious enough to strangle her. After all, she deceived him about their wedding and love. It was a

Nathaniel, withdrew her arm from his hand and looked him straight in

en

finished speaking, the atmosphere between

his knees, sitting there facing Freya, looking