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.

his hand, placing his palm on the cold door. feeling an even stronger chill

a deep breath, turned the

with the ceiling light turned off to facilitate sleep. The curtains were drawn to a single sheer later, with the heavier velvet curtains left open, allowing the hazy moon light to filter

was not asleep. She couldn't sleep. She had just

hearing those familiar footsteps outside the door, Freya quickly turned

up, knowing that she

her act on the

up straight, but Nathaniel pressed

Are your injuries better?" Nathaniel asked, pulling up a chair to sit by her bed. Freya glanced at

Nathaniel lifted her arm to inspect the wounds. The left-over

frowned. She expected him to get angry, perhaps even furious enough to strangle her. After all, she deceived him about their

wanting to play games with Nathaniel, withdrew her arm from his hand and looked him straight in the eye. "Nathaniel, lied

en

speaking, the atmosphere between them grey

his knees, sitting there facing